Adam Piers calmed down and called Ray Leighton to make arrangements.
Ray had just sent someone to deliver the clothes and immediately received such a request from Master Adam without even catching his breath. Holding the phone, he scanned the hospital, a row of question marks rising in his mind. A full-body check-up for Miss Swift this late at night—are they crazy?
Is it really that just because it's their own hospital, they can be so demanding?
It's the middle of the night and you're not sleeping, and Miss Swift isn't sleeping? If Miss Swift isn't sleeping, do the hospital doctors not sleep either? Even if the doctors aren't sleeping, what about him? As an assistant staying up like this, he might just drop dead!
Ray Leighton roared internally, but his body honestly turned around and went to make the arrangements.
