Biting her bottom lip, the woman came out of her mind-wandering, tried to repress her boiling emotions with a deep breath, and forced a smile on her face, “Sir, let’s go back to the man lying inside the ER. That’s what matters right now. As for what I used to look...”
Her eyes darkened for a second. “You won’t see me again after that sir is cured, so there’s no need to know what I used to look like...”
“Yeah, Dr. Lansdale, why do you have to find out what a stranger used to look like? Just let me how Mr. Farrell is doing,” agreed Ben, nodding.
A reflective light flashed across Elias’ glasses.
Indeed, the woman was just a stranger to him.
Theoretically, he shouldn’t have shown any interest in that woman even if she had made herself a toad.
But somehow he was really obsessed with the woman’s face.
He had an intuition that it would be a big surprise.
With that Elias adjusted his glasses and said with a mysterious smile, “Sure, let’s talk about Jared Farrell.”
There was no rush to figure out what she used to look like.
He would have plenty of time for that.
There hadn’t been anything he wanted to know but failed to find out about unless he stopped being curious himself.
“Then just tell me,” urged Ben with clenching fists.
Elias took a look at the ER. “He is all right. The accident didn’t cause any injury but an impact on the back of his head, but that’s no reason for his comma.”
Relieved to hear that his boss was all right, Ben paced the hall in rapture. “That’s great, so great. Then I won’t have to worry about telling Lady Georgia about this. I can keep my job.”
The woman in the wheelchair, however, wasn’t at all surprised to hear the good news. Quite the contrary, she seemed unhappy with it.
All right? How could he be all right?
Darn! She should have killed him with the car.
Heaven knew how happy she was to learn that he was in a coma, believing that he must have suffered a terrible injury.
Then she was only to be told that it left just an impact on his head, and he was fine...
The woman clenched her fist with a strong sense of grievance.
Unaware of what was on her mind, Ben asked Elias excitedly, “Dr. Lansdale, then why did Mr. Farrell pass out? Was it because...”
Suddenly he realized something. He stopped, turned his head to the woman nearby, and said in a cold voice, “You aren’t supposed to hear the following conversation, so please stay away from us.”
That was a demand rather than a negotiation.
“Sure,” agreed the woman meekly and wheeled herself away.
As she reached a place out of Ben’s sight, she hung her head with her eyes glittering.
What did he mean?
What could it be that she wasn’t supposed to hear? Could it be a secret disease that Jared Farrell had?
If so...
The woman smiled with a creepily murky look in her eyes.
Meanwhile, Ben turned to Elias and asked, “So, Dr. Lansdale, did he collapse because of his heart?”
“Pretty much,” answered the unemotional Elias, spinning his lancet, “It’s likely that his heart rate increased too much for it to bear the moment when the accident happened. It triggered the brain to cause the comma. He’s fine now and will be awake soon. But we can’t just keep it like this. A heart has to be found as soon as possible.”
“We’ve found one.” Ben tousled his hair. “But the donor is still alive, so we haven’t got it.”
“Huh,” Elias raised his eyebrow and said, “How much longer will the donor live?”
“About half a year.”
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