“Benevolence hospital.” Boyce Shawn answered.
Armand Bernie had just walked out through the door when he turned around and noticed that the huge words of Benevolence hospital were in neon light at the outpatient department. But isn’t it the same hospital where Elizabeth is hospitalized?
“Where is he?” He asked, his lips quivering.
“He is in the operating room.” Boyce was puzzled, “What’s the matter with you?”
Armand didn’t say anything special but just told him that he would be there to find him.
Armand returned to the hospital and found the operation room using the instruction map. Boyce sat on the seat in the corridor and there were a few bodyguards standing on the side. He came over with a long stride, “What’s the situation now?”
Boyce adjusted his position when Armand approached and said, “Sit down first then I will tell you.”
Armand sat down.
“The doctor said he nearly died from the wound which was only two millimetres away from the heart but he’s now stable though still in the operating room,” Boyce said.
“Why didn’t this son of a bitch die?” Armand snarled.
“If he really had died, then Matthew Nelson would have been the murderer. I think Mrs. Nelson is the only one who is clear-headed,” Boyce said.
“Actually it can be settled.” Armand still insisted that Sampson Hebert should have been beaten to death.
Where there is money, then there is power. Why is money that important? Because money can buy anything. So, power came after money. Not to mention the power that Matthew’s uncle’s family had, the truth could be covered up.
Boyce thought that Armand was too agitated now and felt it pointless to talk to him anymore. So, he stopped talking to give him a chance to calm down. Boyce had underestimated Armand’s anger.
The corridor was silent at that time, which was quite awkward.
“How long has it been and how come it’s still not done?” Armand said impatiently.
“What if you go back first?” Boyce glanced at him.
From how angry he was, he could tell that even if Sampson’s operation was successful, he might still be beaten to death by Armand!
Armand made up his decision, “No.”
Boyce frowned as he wondered how he could be that stubborn.
“Boyce, how could I not be angry with this fellow who slapped my grandmother?” Armand gave a fierce stare and could feel his rage inside.
Sampson was indeed a bastard who could dare beat up an elderly woman.
“A mentally ill psychic who is much more terrifying to the ordinary person” Boyce said.
The operating room lights turned off at that moment, and after a while, the door of the operating room slid open. The doctor, with Sampson on the operating bed, pushed the door open.
“The operation was successful, but he still needs a long time to recover as his organ has been wounded and of course, this could have an impact on his life span…” the doctor said as he removed his mask.
“This brute should not be alive!” Armand interrupted the doctor before he could complete his sentence.
The doctor was irritated that he was being interrupted.
“If you don’t want him to stay alive, why did you send him here then?” He said with a deep frown.
The doctor was relieved that the operation was successful, but what Armand said discouraged him.
“I am from B city. I’m here to trace the suspect and this person was shot by me when he was trying to escape. He is actually a human trafficker, so my colleague is furious and wasn’t aware of what he said I hope you do not mind,” Boyce said.
When the doctor knew that he was not just a criminal but a human trafficker, the happiness of performing the operation successfully vanished.
“Human traffickers should die,” He said angrily.
Boyce faked an accusation of being a hateful ‘human trafficker’ against Sampson.
“Send him to the ward first,” Boyce waved his hand and told his subordinates to take action.
After knowing Boyce’s identity, the physician could understand Armand’s anger now and would be happy to cooperate with them.
Armand approached the doctor and rested his arm on his shoulder as he asked, “Are there any precautions?”
“After a surgery, as long as his mood doesn’t fluctuate, he would be safe.” He did not explain thoroughly after knowing that Sampson was a suspect.
“Doctor.” Armand leaned over and said quietly, “Will he die if I slap him?”
In dread, the doctor took a step back and coughed gently, ” As long as you don’t rip out those tubes on him, a small superficial wound won’t kill him.”
“Oh.” Armand nodded and stroked the doctor’s shoulder as he said, “Thank you.”
Armand turned around and proceeded to the ward. The doctor shivered as he looked at Armand’s back, speculating what Armand would do after he got in the ward.
To avoid getting into trouble, the doctor immediately turned around and left.
The nurse was recording Sampson’s vital signs as he entered the ward.
Armand stepped aside and asked, “When is he going to wake up?”
“Three hours later.” The nurse finished recording the last item and explained the precautions, “Now that the patient has just had the surgery, try not to move him. If you need any help, you may just call the doctor at any time.”
“Got it.” Before Boyce could open his mouth, Armand spoke up first.
The nurse glanced at him, took the records, and turned around to left.
The door of the ward closed, Armand walked towards the bed as he was staring gloomily at the person lying on the bed and clenched his fingers so tight until they clucked.
Boyce felt that something bad might happen and came up to stop him, “Don’t be that impulsive.”
“I’m not impulsive, the doctor said a superficial wound won’t kill him.”
Armand tried to free himself from Boyce, Boyce threw his arms around his neck saying, “I’m also so upset that I would like to stab him. How dare he smacked Elizabeth. His life doesn’t matter, but Armand, look, he is still in a coma. If you beat him up, it won’t hurt?”
Armand’s eyes blinked. “Is it impossible to feel pain when he is in a coma?”
“How can one experience pain while in a coma?” Boyce felt that Armand was asking a silly question.
“However, I can’t bear with this.” Armand exhaled swiftly in rage.
“Wait for him to recover. You can torture him in any way you want.” Boyce persisted in his persuasion.
Armand stared at Boyce and instantly understood Boyce’s intention. He sneered, “Is he scared of causing his death?”
Boyce was speechless. “At least now he can’t die, but later, I don’t know,” Boyce replied calmly. “I think, Sampson is guilty and what he did was considered jailbreaking. He is now doubly guilty. After he is taken back in prison, he will be locked up, and with me being there, you can just do whatever you want to him ”
He agreed with what he said after some thoughts.
“Think of how humiliating it is to be slapped. Why don’t you wait for him to wake up then you will also humiliate him?” Boyce commented.
Armand glanced at the unconscious Sampson, it would be in vain if he scolded him and slapped him in the current state as he wouldn’t feel anything.
“All right, for your sake, I’ll wait for him to get well first.” Armand calmed down, “Please let me go.”
“I’ll never forget what he has done to Mrs. Bernie.” Boyce stroked Armad’s shoulder while patting him on the chest as he said that.
“Then I’m leaving,” Armand said, touching his shoulder with his.
“Sure.”
After Armand had left, Boyce walked to the bed and swept a chilly gaze at the person who was lying on the bed and couldn’t move. If this guy was awake, he would have been beaten up first!
But, since Elizabeth was OK, he pulled out his cell phone and called Dolores to let her know about the matter with Sampson.
Dolores was in the hotel helping the children into their pyjamas after giving them a bath. The chore had made her feel comfortable. Simona was jumping on the bed. This time Samuel did not mind her being so childish and was playing with her ‘crazily’ on the bed. He had been able to solve his Rubik’s cube so he was in a good mood, and was willing to have fun with his sister.
Dolores couldn’t help but smiled as she watched them playing happily with each other. She was about to go put the bath towel away when the phone on the table rang.