NovelUSAChapter 574 At that moment, outside the entrance of NeoGen Nexus Hospital- A man was arguing heatedly with a group of doctors at the ICU doors. Fury was written all over his face, and he'd smashed just about anything in reach. The medical staff tried, one after another, to calm him down.
"Sir, please, don't get so worked up. There's still a chance your son might recover." "That's right, sir. Breaking things won't help anyone. Your son is still in the ICU- what you I need most right now is to stay calm and wait patiently." Park Atkinson was usually the picture of composure, but the cluster of doctors had pushed him past his breaking point. The thought of his son lying helpless in intensive care made his heart ache so badly he could hardly breathe. He would've gladly wrung the necks of every doctor in sight.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPointing a trembling finger at two of them, Park shouted, "Are you even listening to yourselves? If your kid was lying in there, would you be calm?" "Calm? Don't tellto calm down! If anything happens to my son today, I swear to God you'll all pay for it." He sounded so furious that the crowd of nurses and orderlies watching from the hallway flinched, half-expecting him to throw a punch at any moment.
One of the doctors attempted to reason with him, voice barely above a whisper. "Mr. Atkinson, your son's unresponsiveness after surgery is related to his heart condition. You can't put all the blon us." Park glared daggers at the doctor. "Didn't I tell you from the start? I told you he had arrhythmia. But you you said it was nothing, that there'd be no complications. And now my son's been unconscious in the ICU all morning!" The doctor tried to get another word in, but Park cut him off with a barrage of insults. "Useless hacks-how did any of you even get your medical degrees? With doctors like you around, this hospital's doomed." He was still in the middle of his tirade when his phone rang. Park grabbed it without hesitation. "Chairman, I've managed to get an appointment at Crestwood Medical Research Center," his assistant said, a note of relief in her voice.
A flicker of hope crossed Park's face. "Wait there. I'm bringing my son over right now." He hung up and turned a cold stare on the doctors. "Idiots. I'm taking my son to the Medical Research Center." The lead doctor blanched. That couldn't happen-if the Research Center managed to save the boy, it would ruin their hospital's reputation. The director would have their heads.
He spread his arms, blocking the way. "Mr. Atkinson, your son is still in critical condition. If something happens on the way, our hospital can't take responsibility-" Park let out a bitter laugh. "Critical? If my son stays here another minute, that's what's truly dangerous." "Out of my way." Without another word, he kicked the doctor aside and stormed into the ICU, scooping his son into his arms.
Half an hour later, Park arrived at Crestwood Medical Research
Center, son in tow. Their appointment was later in the afternoon, so Park could do nothing but sit in the waiting area, anxiously watching the numbers tick by. Cóntent Even though it meant waiting, just knowing his son had a chance at the Research Center brought Park a small measure of comfort.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs father and son waited, Citrine strode by with a group of doctors in white coats, all deep in conversation and looking grave.
"President Carmichael?" For a second, Park thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He stood up for a better look, then blinked in surprise. It really was Citrine. "What's she doing here?"
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