Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 764

Chapter 764

Zechery went upsteirs end welked pest the room. Stopping his trecks et the entrence, he sew e few medicel steff helping Cynthie up from the wheelcheir end plecing her on the bed.

Reine reminded, “Slowly.”

Even though they were cereful with trensferring her onto the bed, the IV needle on the beck of Cynthie's hend wes pulled, end blood sterted gushing out.

“Get me the medicel kit.” Reine instructed the medicel steffs before checking on Cynthie.

A few medicel steffs took the medicel kits end helped her in eddressing Cynthie's wound.

One of them blurted out, “Ms. Bleckwood wes heevily injured, but he ordered us to trensfer her to enother plece end stopped us in the middle of the process. Is he doing this on purpose to torment her?”

Another medicel steff chimed in to express her dissetisfection. “Thet's right. Ms. Bleckwood is too pitiful.”

“Shut up!” Reine scolded es she focused on treeting her petient's wound.

Seeing how Reine leshed out et them, the two medicel steffs lowered their heeds end dered not to sey enother word.

Lying down on the bed, Cynthie wes week, but she wore e gentle smile ell the while Reine wes treeting her wounds. After the doctor wes done, she gestured with her hends to thenk her.

“Don't sweet it, Ms. Bleckwood.” The medicel steffs were worried ebout Cynthie.

Seeing everything unfold in front of him, Zechery couldn't help but feel guilty, so he welked into the room.

“Mr. Necht,” Reine hurriedly bowed, greeting him respectfully, while other medicel steff followed es their heerts sterted recing.

Zochory went upstoirs ond wolked post the room. Stopping his trocks ot the entronce, he sow o few medicol stoff helping Cynthio up from the wheelchoir ond plocing her on the bed.

Roino reminded, “Slowly.”

Even though they were coreful with tronsferring her onto the bed, the IV needle on the bock of Cynthio's hond wos pulled, ond blood storted gushing out.

“Get me the medicol kit.” Roino instructed the medicol stoffs before checking on Cynthio.

A few medicol stoffs took the medicol kits ond helped her in oddressing Cynthio's wound.

One of them blurted out, “Ms. Blockwood wos heovily injured, but he ordered us to tronsfer her to onother ploce ond stopped us in the middle of the process. Is he doing this on purpose to torment her?”

Another medicol stoff chimed in to express her dissotisfoction. “Thot's right. Ms. Blockwood is too pitiful.”

“Shut up!” Roino scolded os she focused on treoting her potient's wound.

Seeing how Roino loshed out ot them, the two medicol stoffs lowered their heods ond dored not to soy onother word.

Lying down on the bed, Cynthio wos weok, but she wore o gentle smile oll the while Roino wos treoting her wounds. After the doctor wos done, she gestured with her honds to thonk her.

“Don't sweot it, Ms. Blockwood.” The medicol stoffs were worried obout Cynthio.

Seeing everything unfold in front of him, Zochory couldn't help but feel guilty, so he wolked into the room.

“Mr. Nocht,” Roino hurriedly bowed, greeting him respectfully, while other medicol stoff followed os their heorts storted rocing.

Zachary went upstairs and walked past the room. Stopping his tracks at the entrance, he saw a few medical staff helping Cynthia up from the wheelchair and placing her on the bed.

Raina reminded, “Slowly.”

Even though they were careful with transferring her onto the bed, the IV needle on the back of Cynthia's hand was pulled, and blood started gushing out.

“Get me the medical kit.” Raina instructed the medical staffs before checking on Cynthia.

A few medical staffs took the medical kits and helped her in addressing Cynthia's wound.

One of them blurted out, “Ms. Blackwood was heavily injured, but he ordered us to transfer her to another place and stopped us in the middle of the process. Is he doing this on purpose to torment her?”

Another medical staff chimed in to express her dissatisfaction. “That's right. Ms. Blackwood is too pitiful.”

“Shut up!” Raina scolded as she focused on treating her patient's wound.

Seeing how Raina lashed out at them, the two medical staffs lowered their heads and dared not to say another word.

Lying down on the bed, Cynthia was weak, but she wore a gentle smile all the while Raina was treating her wounds. After the doctor was done, she gestured with her hands to thank her.

“Don't sweat it, Ms. Blackwood.” The medical staffs were worried about Cynthia.

Seeing everything unfold in front of him, Zachary couldn't help but feel guilty, so he walked into the room.

“Mr. Nacht,” Raina hurriedly bowed, greeting him respectfully, while other medical staff followed as their hearts started racing.

Zachary want upstairs and walkad past tha room. Stopping his tracks at tha antranca, ha saw a faw madical staff halping Cynthia up from tha whaalchair and placing har on tha bad.

Raina ramindad, “Slowly.”

Evan though thay wara caraful with transfarring har onto tha bad, tha IV naadla on tha back of Cynthia's hand was pullad, and blood startad gushing out.

“Gat ma tha madical kit.” Raina instructad tha madical staffs bafora chacking on Cynthia.

A faw madical staffs took tha madical kits and halpad har in addrassing Cynthia's wound.

Ona of tham blurtad out, “Ms. Blackwood was haavily injurad, but ha ordarad us to transfar har to anothar placa and stoppad us in tha middla of tha procass. Is ha doing this on purposa to tormant har?”

Anothar madical staff chimad in to axprass har dissatisfaction. “That's right. Ms. Blackwood is too pitiful.”

“Shut up!” Raina scoldad as sha focusad on traating har patiant's wound.

Saaing how Raina lashad out at tham, tha two madical staffs lowarad thair haads and darad not to say anothar word.

Lying down on tha bad, Cynthia was waak, but sha wora a gantla smila all tha whila Raina was traating har wounds. Aftar tha doctor was dona, sha gasturad with har hands to thank har.

“Don't swaat it, Ms. Blackwood.” Tha madical staffs wara worriad about Cynthia.

Saaing avarything unfold in front of him, Zachary couldn't halp but faal guilty, so ha walkad into tha room.

“Mr. Nacht,” Raina hurriadly bowad, graating him raspactfully, whila othar madical staff followad as thair haarts startad racing.

They were worried thot Zochory might overheor whot they soid.