“They’re still working on it,” Quentin replied.
“How long has he been in there?”
Viola glanced at the closed door of the emergency room.
“It’s been three hours,” Quentin said with a wry smile.
Three hours!
Three hours, and he’s still unconscious?
He’s not out of the woods yet?
Just then, Quentin’s daughter, Shania, walked over and said with slightly red eyes, “Mr. Jordan, is my bodyguard… Uriah going to die?”
“Do you want him dead?” Viola asked in reply.
“Of course not. He got hurt trying to save me…” Shania’s eye sockets got even redder.
“Then he’s not going to die,” Viola said earnestly.
Then Viola headed for the emergency room door with Yolanda right behind him.
The emergency room door was automatic. As soon as Viola came to the door, the emergency room door opened automatically, and what was going on in the emergency room was revealed to Viola.
It was called an emergency room but was no different than a surgery room.
Under the surgical lamp, Uriah lay ghastly pale with his eyes closed on the operating table. His chest was barely moving, and he wore an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose.
An attending doctor and several nurses in green scrubs were working on saving Uriah.
Viola and Yolanda’s entrance startled several doctors and nurses waiting in the hallway.
Viola and Yolanda had already marched into the emergency room. There was no way they would turn around and leave.
Viola and Yolanda’s intruding stopped the attending physician who was resuscitating Uriah.
He turned his head to glance at Viola and Yolanda before chiding, “Who are you? Who let you in?”
Quentin at the doorway had no idea how good Viola was, but he had faith in Viola. After all, many had happened since Viola arrived in Dorodo, but Viola had never once let him down.
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