Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 3112

Gerald recalled the number he was assigned in the organization. He reminisced about how thrilled he was when he first received it.

Joining the Island of Despair made him feel respectable and prestigious. After all, it brought in a handsome income.

Yet, Gerald only felt regret now.

"091," uttered Gerald.

"Mm." Shanks picked up his phone and dialed another number. "You threw 091 to me. How can I possibly rescue someone alone?"

"You have the capability to save him," Abel's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"But if you don't want to, that's fine too. He's just trash anyway. He's incapable of doing anything right. If you don't want to save him, let him breathe his last and dispose of him."

"Easy for you to say." Shanks looked at Gerald coldly and said to Abel, "Send two men up."

Abel replied, "Alright. I didn't expect you to still have the intention to save him."

"So, are we saving him or not?" Shanks’ tone was impatient. Abel was truly incomprehensible. First, Abel wanted his men to bring this person up here to be saved, but then he said it did not matter whether Shanks saved him or not.

It was more troublesome than dealing with a woman.

"If you want to save him, then save him. I'll send people up," Abel finished his sentence and hung up.

Shanks tossed his phone aside, slowly rose to his feet, and said, "It's too difficult for me to save you alone, and I can't find anyone else who understands medicine, so I have to let those two guys help me.

"Just bear with it if it hurts later. I have no other choice."

Gerald heard this and shuddered again.

Let two men who did not understand medicine help?

Those two helpers had to be the burly guys from the Island of Despair. Would they not just end his life?

Could they not just take him to the hospital?

Gerald spat out some blood and felt a little better now.

Shanks heard the sound and looked disdainfully at the dirty floor. "This is really bad luck."

If those people from the Island of Despair got injured during their missions and needed treatment when they returned, he would be more than happy to treat them.

However, Shanks really hated cleaning up Abel's messes.

Abel always beat people up to the brink of death and then sent them over here. These were the most troublesome people to save.

"Sir, you can just take me directly to the hospital." Gerald's throat felt a bit better, and he also understood that Shanks did not want to treat him. That was why he suggested going to the hospital.

Going to the hospital would be better than suffering here.

"Do you really want to go to the hospital?" Shanks was slightly surprised. It seemed that Abel's so-called training courses had skipped some important information.

"Mr. Shanks, if you really send him to the hospital, I bet those incompetent doctors won't be able to save him." A man's voice sounded. He was speaking English, so Gerald understood.

Shanks remained silent.

The man spoke to Gerald again, "If the boss is willing to bother Mr. Shanks to save you, you should be grateful. If you go to the hospital with those injuries, I doubt any doctor would dare to save you.”

Gerald frowned. Did this mean that only Shanks could heal his injuries?

"Save me... please." Gerald immediately changed his tone and thought to himself that he would just endure the pain if it meant he could still make it out alive.

If they really took him to the hospital and those doctors could not save him, it would all be in vain.

Gerald understood that the people here would not take him to the hospital.

They were also worried that he might talk nonsense.