"Ms. Hansen!"
Without a moment's hesitation, Rebecca burst through the door of the neighboring room. "Sherilyn is in severe pain, you need to do something, quick!"
What if it turns into something like a perforated intestine?
"Is it that bad?"
Daphne didn’t waste a second, springing into action and heading to the next room.
By this time, Sherilyn was in so much pain she couldn’t even speak. "It’s... it’s..."
"Try not to talk."
Daphne gestured for silence and turned to Rebecca, "Did you call the front desk?"
"I did." But the front desk was clueless on how to help.
"No way!"
Gritting her teeth, Daphne made a snap decision, "Even if the roads are blocked, we need to get her to the hospital! Are we just going to wait here for her to die?"
She instructed Rebecca, "Help Sherilyn change into something more comfortable. I’ll go find Morse to bring the car around and get someone to help carry her."
Morse was the logistics manager.
"I refuse to believe that if we explain the situation, the traffic police won’t let us through in an emergency."
"Right, Ms. Hansen!"
After Daphne left, Rebecca hurriedly helped Sherilyn change.
It wasn’t long before Daphne was back, "All set?"
"Yeah, we’re ready."
Daphne glanced at the young man from logistics, "Lift Sherilyn, please. She can’t walk."
"Understood, Ms. Hansen."
The young man approached the bed, and with Rebecca’s assistance, Sherilyn was hoisted onto his back.
"Ugh..."
Sherilyn grimaced with pain, her eyes shut tight, the position pressing on her stomach.
"Hang in there, Sherilyn. It’ll be easier once we’re in the car."
With Sherilyn on his back, the young man stepped out the door, followed by Daphne and Rebecca.
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