Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 627

Luther was lying in the VIP room at St. Maria Hospital.

"Can't I just go back?" His voice was extremely impatient.

"You can't, President." Casey said seriously, "You just had a complete body CT. The CT shows that you have a slight subdural hematoma, which needs to be closely observed overnight, and if the bleeding doesn't stop and get worse, you may have to have surgery at worst. If there is no problem, you just need regular follow-up checks."

"Nothing’s wrong with me, and I know what’s going on with myself." Luther was extremely upset, and he didn't like being in the hospital.

"President, a subdural hemorrhage, and a mild concussion are not the same thing. You must be cautious with subdural hemorrhage. Should anything happen, timely intervention is important. President, your head has not fully recovered from your last car accident surgery, and today the same area was hit again. I'm sorry. It's all my fault today. I should have been more careful with the speed of the car, so I would not hit the car in the front. I'll accept just any punishment." Casey's face was dark and he blamed himself so much. It was all his fault for putting the president in such a situation.

"It's okay. It's not all your fault." Luther's head was still uncomfortable. The pain never subdued after such a long time in the car, and he still could not remember anything. Now he was in a terrible mood. He was disgusted by the idea that there was still an unknown part of his world. It was overwhelming to him.

"Thank you, President." Casey was still blaming himself.

They weren't in the hospital long before Jacqueline arrived in a frenzy.

She pushed the door in and ran straight to Luther, her voice sharp with a bit of panic, "Luther, what's wrong with you, are you okay?"

"Hmm." Jacqueline waved her hand.

Then she waited until after Casey left.

Jacqueline continued to complain, "You know what? The detention center is such a shabby place. Their bed is just a wooden board, their blanket is just a piece of coarse cloth, and it smells funny. There are no facilities in the bathroom, and you can't even take a shower. You can only use some hot water to wipe yourself clean! Luther, can’t you find someone to get Shelly out? Just try something at least? Your sister is suffering there."

"Heh." Luther sneered, "Someone? Karl's father is the chief justice. You think that you can find someone even above him?"