Chapter 673
The emergency room was filled with praises for Queenie, yet no one wondered why she would push all the operations to Harry.
Soon, they finished sewing Malorie’s chest up and the effects of the anesthesia subsided gradually.
“I…” Malorie mumbled in agony, “I‘m in so much
pain.”
Harry quickly instructed his subordinates, “Administer some painkillers for the patient!”
“Okay.”
Since it was only moments before her death, administering her some painkillers was the least they could do as doctors.
After she was injected with the painkillers, Harry instructed his assistant to summon Henrick in.
Although Malorie was exhausted, her mind was still exceptionally clear. She suddenly realized that if the doctor called her family in while she was still on the operating table, it meant that she did not have much time left to live.
“Am… Am I going to die soon?” asked Malorie as she grabbed a nurse’s arm anxiously.
The nurse chuckled drily before reassuring her, “Mrs. Southall, we’re letting your family member in to alleviate his worry. Don’t overthink.”
“I don’t believe you! Treat me now! Otherwise, I’ll sue the hospital till its reputation is ruined.”
When the nurse remained silent, Malorie’s scoldings became louder and harsher.
With a sudden burst of strength, she grabbed the nurse’s hair and smashed her head against the operating theatre.
Bang! The nurse’s head hit the table so forcefully that she felt dizzy.
“W-What did you say?”
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