It was not long before the door of the emergency room opened and the doctor came out in a medical mask and gown.
Greyson's eyes glittered at the sight of the doctor and was about to stand up to inquire about Angela when Roland stopped him,
"You’d better not move around while you are injured, Greyson."
Roland said in a unfriendly tone, as he despised patients who didn’t listen to the doctor.
Then he came up to the doctor immediately leaving Greyson with no time to fly off the handle.
"Dr. Chandler, how is Miss Angela?"
"She’s not dying."
Dr. Chandler took off his mask, his face gloomy.
Seeing this, Greyson could not help standing up immediately.
His face was pale because of the pain of his broken leg, "What does that mean?
Is it bad?"
He couldn’t help worrying about her at the sight of the doctor who looked so serious.
"Bah!"
Dr. Chandler didn’t answer him and asked impatiently after glancing around.
"Is Mr. James here?"
Greyson was so worried about Angela, ''No! He's not here! Doctor, please tell me how my sister is doing?"
"She’s your sister?"
Dr. Chandler asked him with doubts.
Greyson nodded immediately, wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, ''Yes, she is!
Is she not doing well?"
Before the doctor answered, he continued eagerly,
"Please save my sister no matter how much it costs. We’ve got plenty of money!"
"Yes, you’ve got plenty of money, but need more morality."
Dr. Chandler said unhappily.
"Anyone can go inside if you like, except Mr. James."
He left unhappily after finishing his words.
Several nurses came out of the emergency room one by one and followed him, and all of them looked serious.
“Morality? What the hell is he talking about?"
Greyson grumbled with a frown and hopping into emergency room in a hurry.
Luna immediately came up to hold him in case he fall down.
Roland was kind of confused, looking towards where Dr. Chandler had left, and then walked up to Greyson who was hopping difficultly,
"Let me help you."
"Thank you, Dr. Roland."
Tired and sweating all over, Luna left Greyson to Roland and ran towards the emergency room.
Greyson, lying in Roland's arms, didn’t know what to say.
He propped on Roland's chest with one hand, trying to keep a distance. It was really awkward to be so close to a man.
But he had just managed to keep a distance about 4 inches when a hand went through his armpit and the other through his knees.
Before Greyson figured out what was happening, he was lift into the air.
He was carried by Roland in his arms!
Greyson was embarrassed all the sudden, "What?"
"You are welcome, Greyson."
It was not easy for Roland to carry Geryson, after all he was an adult man. Roland adjusted himself and then carried him towards the emergency room.
Inside the emergency room, Angela sat on the hospital bed. She looked fine, although her face was still pale. Luna stood beside her.
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