Chapter 500
Chapter 500:
Additionally, Milena’s condition was alarmingly critical. Without prompt treatment, she was at risk of losing her life within three days.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Ashton scooped up Milena, dashed out of the warehouse, and made his way to the nearest hospital with utmost urgency.
Upon their arrival at the emergency room, the attending nurse quickly summoned several doctors after seeing Milena unconscious in Ashton’s arms.
“Sir, what happened to your girlfriend?” a doctor urgently inquired.
Ashton didn’t clear the misunderstanding and replied, “She’s been poisoned and needs immediate care.”
“Poisoned?” The word hung in the air, causing the doctors to exchange uncertain looks before reevaluating Milena’s condition.
They observed her flushed face, cyanotic lips, and a body speckled with small herpes lesions. Numerous abrasions and wounds, likely inflicted by sharp objects, marred her skin. Even more alarming was her feeble breathing; her respiratory rate was perilously low, mirroring someone on the brink of death. Another doctor, his voice tinged with both helplessness and resolve, sighed, “I’m sorry, sir, but we’ve never encountered a case quite like your girlfriend’s. Honestly, the likelihood of her survival is exceedingly slim at this point. Please, brace yourself for the worst.”
Ashton, undeterred and resolute, shook his head and responded firmly, “There’s no need for further intervention. I will take over her treatment personally. Your role will simply be to assist me.”
Upon hearing this, the doctors exchanged another round of skeptical glances before simultaneously frowning.
Ashton’s demeanor and attire were far from that of a traditional medical practitioner, leading them to secretly speculate that he was in denial about the harsh reality and had concocted this drastic plan as a coping mechanism.
Even if Ashton possessed some medical expertise, they wondered how proficient he could truly be at his young age in his early twenties.
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The implications were clear: if they followed Ashton’s directive and a medical mishap occurred, the responsibility would fall squarely on their shoulders.
Therefore, despite their empathy for Ashton’s desperate situation, they could not lightly take such risks.
Finally, the chief physician, Kinsey Castillo, stepped forward, his voice imbued with a gentle yet firm tone. “I am truly sorry, sir, but our hospital currently lacks the necessary resources to treat this case adequately. If your situation is urgent, we are prepared to do all we can by arranging for an ambulance to transport the patient swiftly to the premier hospital in Staville. I hope this is acceptable.”
Ashton was acutely aware of Milena’s precarious condition. He knew she required immediate medical intervention and that there was no time to lose.
The poisonous gas was aggressively infiltrating her system, and any delay, even with his best efforts, would render him unable to save her.
“Forget everything else,” Ashton commanded urgently. “Just find the necessary medicine and a suitable place for treatment. I will bear full responsibility for the outcomes.”
Yet, in his rush to act, Ashton found Kinsey and the others mired in indecision. They hesitated, ultimately shaking their heads. Kinsey stated, “We can’t assist you. You’ll need to find help elsewhere.”
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