Waking up with my nemesis baby novel Chapter 282

So he didn’t care, even if it meant owing a favor.

The dizziness from his sleepless night and the anxiety made

Bradley unsteady on his feet. He knew he was in no condition

to drive.

“You guys.”

Bradley turned his head toward the interns.

Startled at being addressed so suddenly, the young interns

jumped and looked over.

“Who can drive?”

Two of them shakily raised their hands. Bradley pointed at one

of them. “You. Come drive for me.”

With that, he rushed out with the young man.

The remaining medical students looked at each other,

bewildered.

“What kind of patient requires Dr. Kline to go over personally?”

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“Are you an idiot? It’s obviously not a patient. Something must

have happened with his family.”

In the few minutes it took to get to the underground garage,

Roderick had already sent the address.

Bradley sat in the passenger seat and told the intern to drive as

fast as he could.

Luckily, the intern was a decent driver. Though a bit flustered at

first, he steadied himself and got Bradley to the front of

Charlotte’s building in under twenty minutes.

It seemed Charlotte wasn’t planning to stay here long–term; she

was in a serviced apartment.

Security was tight, and Bradley was stopped when he tried to go

inside.

“I’m sorry, sir, but you can’t go in if you’re not a resident here.”

“My sister lives here!”

“Then you’ll need to contact your sister directly.”

Bradley almost laughed in frustration.

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“If I could reach her, would I be here wasting my time with

you?!”

The guard looked troubled and shook his head helplessly.

Bradley’s eyes were nearly bloodshot, a vein throbbing at his

temple.

He turned, pulled out his phone, and called Roderick again,

practically growling into the receiver:

“I can’t get in, Roderick. Find a way to make security let me

through.”

Roderick clicked his tongue on the other end, his tone turning

serious. “Got it, wait a minute.”

Just as Bradley was about to lose his patience and try to force

his way in.

The walkie–talkie on another guard’s hip suddenly squawked to

life.

“Front desk, front desk, a resident has collapsed in the east

hallway of Building B, 12th floor!

We need immediate assistance!

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Repeat, there’s an emergency in the east hallway of Building B,

12th floor!”

Bradley’s heart plummeted, as if an icy hand had squeezed it

tight.

Building B, 12th floor!

Charlotte’s floor!

His face instantly went pale, all his anger and impatience

replaced by overwhelming fear.

He yelled at the guards, “I’m a doctor, take me there now!”

The security guard looked at him suspiciously.

“Sir, can you stand by what you said?”

“Yes.”

Bradley gritted his teeth, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

The guard saw he wasn’t joking, and with a life on the line, he

quickly opened the gate.

The moment the gate opened, Bradley shot inside like an arrow

from a bow.

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But it was the morning rush hour, the apartment building was

bustling with people, and the elevators were incredibly busy.

“Where are the fire stairs?”

“This way!”

Bradley rushed over. At a time like this, taking the stairs would

be faster than waiting for an elevator.

The twelve floors felt like a century for Bradley to run.

His mind was a mess, filled with terrible images of something happening to Charlotte.

He burst through the fire door. A few people were already gathered sparsely in the hallway, pointing towards a certain

direction from a distance.

The guard led Bradley as they sprinted over.

Getting closer, Bradley pushed through the onlookers and looked down to see an elderly gentleman with gray hair in workout clothes lying on the floor.

He looked like he was in pain, his breathing rapid.

It wasn’t Charlotte.

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The immense relief made Bradley stumble, the weakness from

the adrenaline crash almost making him unable to stand.

But just for a second. His professional instincts forcibly

suppressed all his personal emotions.

“I’m a doctor! Please step back and give him some air!”

His voice was still hoarse, but now it had a certain calmness.

He quickly knelt beside the old man, checking his pupils, feeling

for his carotid artery, and assessing his breathing.

“Sir?

Can you hear me?”

He asked quickly while skillfully performing his examination.

The old man’s consciousness was fading; he couldn’t respond

clearly.

“Did anyone see how he fell?

Does he have any medical history?”

Bradley fired off the questions without looking up, already

adjusting the man’s position and starting first aid.

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The guard and residents nearby chattered, offering what little

information they had.

Bradley listened intently, his hands moving with precision and

speed, a completely different man from the one who was on the verge of losing control just minutes before.