Chapter 543
They remained silent, wary of provoking Noah, a man of formidable authority.
The usually commanding hospital director now appeared visibly shaken, standing at the front like a subordinate who had made a severe error.
His face creased with worry, sweat dotting his forehead, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
“Mr… Mr. Wall…” The director approached with apprehension but was silenced by Noah’s stern look.
Noah walked past him without a second glance, his focus solely on Sadie.
The director, struck by Noah’s silent disdain, hurriedly followed, explaining as he tried to keep pace, “Mr. Wall, we’ve caught the nurse who misled Miss Hudson into leaving. We’ll handle her strictly and provide a full report. Please… don’t hold this against our hospital!”
Noah stopped abruptly.
He turned, towering over the director.
“A report?” Noah’s tone was deep and rough.noveldrama
“If anything happens to Sadie, I will ensure that every single person in this hospital—executives to janitors—will be sent to poverty-stricken wastelands without exception.”
“What? Please, show some leniency!” The director was so alarmed he nearly collapsed.
Falling to his knees, he clutched at Noah’s leg, pleading, “Mr. Wall, please! Miss Hudson is…”
Noah kicked him aside dismissively. “Save your excuses. I expect results.”
With that, he continued toward the operating room, still cradling Sadie.
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The director, ignoring his own discomfort, scrambled to his feet and called out, “Hurry! Follow them! Miss Hudson’s safety is crucial, or we’re all finished!”
The medical team snapped to action, quickly following Noah to the operating room.
Outside the operating room, the air was thick with tension.
Noah stood rigid by the door, his gaze fixed on the sealed entrance.
Memories from the abandoned factory replayed in his mind—the thugs’ mockery, Sadie’s cries, the terrible injuries she had suffered—all flashing before him like a tormenting slideshow.
Each recollection sliced through him, causing unbearable agony.
“Sadie, you have to make it. You must,” Noah whispered repeatedly.
As time dragged on, his heart pounded furiously, his breaths quickened, and his frame began to quiver.
“Mr. Wall, please, take a seat and rest,” a staff member murmured gently beside him.
Noah paid him no heed.
At last, the doors to the operating room swung open.
The hospital director stepped out, soaked in sweat, looking worn but with a trace of relief in his eyes.
“Mr. Wall, the surgery went well. Miss Hudson is out of danger and awake in the recovery room,” he said with careful optimism.
Noah’s tight chest relaxed slightly.
He exhaled deeply, feeling as though he had been pulled back from the edge of a cliff.
“However…” The director hesitated.
Noah tensed again, fixing his eyes on the director. “However, what?”
“Miss Hudson’s condition… it’s not looking promising,” the director said.
“What do you mean?” Noah’s voice turned icy once more.
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