Doctor Sean came running with his stethoscope dangling around his neck when he heard Elisha and Ryan were brought in and they were in a very critical condition. He placed his stethoscope on Ryan's chest and and faced the nurses with a somber expression. He then unbuttoned his uniform .
"We've got a hemothorax on our hands."
"What's the plan for managing the bleeding? The nurse asked.
" We'll need to insert a chest tube to drain the blood and relieve the pressure on the lung. Let's get the patient prepped for the procedure.What's the patient's oxygen saturation looking like?"
" It's holding steady for now, but we need to move quickly. Let's keep a close eye on the patient's vitals and be prepared for any changes."The second nurse answered.
Within minutes, the medical team efficiently completed the chest tube insertion on Ryan. Dr. Sean worked swiftly, his focus on stabilizing the patient while keeping an eye on the clock. He knew he had to join the team attending to Elisha, whose condition was critical.
"Alright, let's secure the tube and get Ryan stable," Dr. Sean instructed the nurses.
"I need a brief on Elisha. Nurse, can you get me an update on her status?" As the nurses worked to stabilize Ryan, Dr. Sean quickly reviewed the patient's chart, ensuring everything was in order before handing Ryan over to his colleague.
With Ryan's condition stabilized and in care of his colleague, Dr. Sean hastened to Elisha's room, his expertise needed to address the complexities of her care. After what felt like an eternity, the medical team finally stabilized Elisha's condition and managed to save her life.
However, Ryan's injuries were more severe, and he slipped into a coma. As they wheeled them into the VIP wards, Patrick burst into the room like a man possessed.
"Doctor! Doctor!" Patrick exclaimed, his voice laced with desperation. "How are they? Are they going to be okay?" The doctor, worn from the intense battle to save the pair, turned to face Patrick with a somber expression.
"Ryan's condition is now critical. We've done everything we can, but... it's touch and go. Elisha, on the other hand, is stable. We're monitoring her closely, but she should make a full recovery." Patrick's eyes widened in horror as he processed the doctor's words.
"Critical? What does that mean? Is he going to...?" Patrick's voice cracked, and he couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. The doctor's expression softened.
"We're doing everything we can, Patrick. But we need to take it one step at a time. You can see Elisha, but Ryan's still in ICU. Let's focus on one thing at a time, okay?" Patrick nodded numbly, his mind reeling with worry for his loved ones.
"Okay... okay. Can I see Elisha? Please?" The doctor nodded and led Patrick to Elisha's room. As Patrick entered, he saw Elisha lying in bed, her face pale but peaceful. He rushed to her side, taking her hand in his. "Elisha, oh my... I was so scared," Patrick whispered, his voice trembling. Elisha's eyes fluttered open, and she smiled weakly.
"Patrick... I'm okay." Patrick's eyes welled up with tears as he squeezed her hand gently.
"I'm here, Elisha. You're safe now." Elisha's gaze drifted to the side, and Patrick followed her eyes to the machines beeping around her.
"Ryan...?" she whispered. Patrick's expression turned somber.
"He's... in ICU. The doctor said he's critical." Elisha's eyes filled with tears, and Patrick comforted her, holding her hand and stroking her hair. As Patrick and Elisha shared a tender moment, the door swung open and their family members, Mark, the first of the bastards the chairman had and Sophia, his wife, entered the room. They wore concerned expressions, but their eyes betrayed their facial expressions.
"Oh, Elisha, dear, how are you feeling?" Sophia cooed, her voice dripping with exaggerated concern. Mark chimed in.
"And Ryan, how's he doing? We're all so worried about him." Patrick's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the insincerity behind their words.
"He's still in ICU. The doctor said it's touch and go." Sophia's gaze flicked to Elisha's monitors, her eyes lingering on the beeping machines.
"Well, thank goodness you're stable, Elisha. We're just so relieved." Mark added.
"Yes, we're praying for Ryan's recovery. We'll do everything we can to support him." Elisha's eyes seemed to cloud over, her expression skeptical. Patrick squeezed her hand reassuringly.
"Especially now that the chairman is also sick, we need to support him with the company" Ivan said.
"Just make sure you're fine, every other things, we will take care of it. Who knows the chairman might die anytime soon. "
Just as they were engrossed in their conversation about the chairman and the company, the door burst open, and the chairman was wheeled in, his wheelchair gliding across the floor with an air of urgency. His face was etched with anger, his eyes narrowing as if he had overheard their every word about his health and properties. The room fell silent, the weight of his presence palpable, as if the air itself had grown thick with tension.
The chairman's gaze swept across the room, his eyes lingering on each person before finally settling on his children who had been speaking about him. A stern expression hardened his features, and his voice was low and menacing as he spoke.
"I couldn't help but overhear your... lively discussion about my health and properties," he said, his words dripping with disdain.
"I'd like to know more about what you think you know." The room remained silent, with all eyes fixed on the chairman. The air was thick with tension, and the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken words.
"Who dare talk about the company I built with my sweat" he yelled. Everyone who had been speaking about the chairman felt a cold sweat trickle down their spine as the chairman's gaze bore into them. They tried to speak, but their voice caught in their throat. Clearing their throat, they attempted to defend themselves, but their words came out faltering and weak.
"I-we ..were .just... uh... discussing... the rumors... that have been circulating," Ivan stammered, trying to downplay the situation. The chairman's expression remained unyielding, his eyes piercing as he leaned forward in his wheelchair.
"Rumors?" he repeated, his voice low and even.
"I think it's time we have a little chat about what's really going on here." Their minds searched for a lifeline, but found none. Ivan took a deep breath and tried to compose herself ,but her voice still trembled slightly. "I-I don't know what you're referring to, sir," she stammered. The chairman's expression turned glacial, his eyes flashing with anger.
"Don't play dumb with me," he growled, his voice low and menacing.
"I know exactly what I'm referring to. You've been discussing my health, my properties, my business dealings. I'd like to know what's behind these... rumors."
Everyone's face became pale, and they swallowed hard, realizing they were in grave danger of being caught in their own web of deceit. Things were different for Elisha and her husband though. They were just grinning from ear to ear as the chairman reprimanded them.