F{h*F 5#(LjChapter 856: Might Have Leukemia
Outside the hospital, a sudden screech of brakes, and a Bugatti Veyron stopped at the entrance.
The man who got out of the car didn’t even bother to park, and walked briskly towards the hospital…
Three minutes later, he arrived at the Emergency Room.
Seeing Enna Clark pacing back and forth, the stormy tension on his face eased a bit, and he quickly walked over, “How’s Gigi doing?”
“Gigi is getting an infusion, and Adam Sinclair is still inside discussing with the specialists. I don’t know the exact situation,” Enna Clark replied, her face slightly pale, but still composed.
Baron Lawrence glanced over her pale face and then at Bobby, who stood silently to one side without uttering a word. His brow furrowed as he commanded Olivia Lewis beside him, “Take good care of them.”
“Sure.” Olivia Lewis would have taken care of Enna Clark and Bobby without his instructions.
Baron Lawrence squeezed Enna Clark’s shoulder, straightened up his back, his hawk-like eyes narrowing, and with one kick, he barged through the Emergency Room door—
The Emergency Room of the hospital was small, only about 15 square meters, and filled with over a dozen people, it was extremely crowded. But contrary to what he had imagined, there was no intense discussion, just quiet, as everyone turned to look at him.
For some reason, Baron Lawrence felt an inexplicable sense of unease.
He forcefully suppressed that uneasiness and strode forward, expressionless, through a group of specialists until he reached Adam Sinclair, “What’s the situation?”
Adam Sinclair’s eyes flickered as he looked at him, hesitating, “Baron, you must stay calm.”
TM, what is there to stay calm about?
Baron Lawrence grabbed him by the collar, hoisted him up, and pinned him against the wall, his eyes ablaze as though fire was burning within them, exceptionally violent, “I’m asking you, what’s the situation?”
The specialists on-site jumped with fright and hurried to pull him away, “Young Master Lawrence, please calm down. Young Master Sinclair has been trying to find a solution.”
“Yeah, Young Master Lawrence, please let go of Young Master Sinclair first.”
“Young Master Lawrence…”
All the annoying buzzes in his ears made Baron Lawrence’s brows knit as if they could kill flies, and his handsome, haughty face turned so dark that it seemed to drip with anger. Suddenly, he turned around and growled, “Get out!”
Who dares to provoke him when he’s angry?
The doctors, who had intended to mediate, promptly stepped aside, and none of them dared to speak anymore.
Adam Sinclair could feel Baron Lawrence’s volatile anger and, fearing that he might lose his temper again, he gave the specialists a look to stop them from intervening. He composed himself and then said, “Baron, Gigi’s situation isn’t looking good.”
Adam Sinclair truly didn’t know how to break the news, but he was aware that he had to say it. “I conducted a blood test for Gigi and found that the white blood cell count in Gigi’s blood is five times that of a normal person. This condition is a strong possibility of something…”
The atmosphere in the Emergency Room suddenly became oppressive, and Adam Sinclair, who was directly under pressure, felt as though he was having difficulty breathing. Under the immense pressure, it was almost impossible for him to lift his head.
With gritted teeth, he steeled himself against the predatory gaze, and finished his sentence, “Gigi might have Leukemia.”
—Gigi might have Leukemia!
—Gigi might have Leukemia!
Enna Clark had originally come in because she heard noise inside and was worried. Yet as soon as she entered, she heard Adam Sinclair’s words. As her mind went blank, her body shook violently, and suddenly everything went dark—she knew no more!