"What?"
Alexander Stuart thought he must have heard wrong. Why would someone jump off a building for no reason?
No wonder Dilbert Walker was so desperate and helpless just now.
"Ah, truly a Christmas plagued by disaster after disaster."
Alexander Stuart had been busy treating Yolanda Bardot since last night and hadn't rested much. Now there was a high-fall incident, and as a professional doctor of the professorial level, he felt there was little hope.
After confirming that Ella Lacey was just unconscious, he urged the young nurse, "Keep an eye on her and don't leave her side, understand?"
"Don't worry, Professor Stuart, I will take good care of Mrs. Lindsey."
—
Half an hour later.
Arthur Lindsey rushed to the hospital ward, standing guard at Ella Lacey's bedside, tightly holding her small hand.
In her coma, Ella Lacey seemed to feel a continuous surge of fiery energy coursing into her body. After a brief intoxication, she slowly opened her eyes.
