Keen's face suddenly broke out in a rash, his cheeks flushed, breathing rapid, and his body trembling slightly, as if he were about to faint.
Haynes hurried over to Keen, calling his name a few times.
When Keen didn't respond, he quickly turned to Rachel, who was frozen beside him. "Call an ambulance, now!"
Rachel snapped out of her daze, her face pale as she frantically dialed the number.
The other diners in the restaurant were startled by Keen's condition as well.
Someone exclaimed, "Looks like he's having an allergic reaction. He needs immediate medical attention! If we wait too long, he might not make it until the ambulance arrives!"
Rachel was on the verge of tears, "Haynie, what do we do?"
Haynes frowned, clearly as lost as she was. He wasn't a doctor and didn't dare to move Keen. So he raised his voice, "Is there a doctor here? Whoever can save this kid, I'll give them a million dollars."
A million dollars? The room buzzed with astonishment.
Most people offering a million-dollar reward would be met with skepticism—but everything about Haynes, from his tailored suit to his commanding presence, screamed that he could back up his words with cash.
With such a reward, someone was bound to step up.
A man in the crowd hesitated before speaking up. "I'll do it!"
Haynes' intense gaze landed on him, "Can you really save him?"
The man's confidence wavered under Haynes' scrutiny, but the thought of a million dollars bolstered his courage.
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