CHAPTER 384: CHAPTER 384: SAVE HER

However, Julius Shaw ultimately did not erupt; he just sat there motionless.

Since Hailey Smith spoke those words, he seemed glued to the chair, silent and still.

The room was incredibly quiet afterward.

Nancy Allen remained in a coma all along.

No one suggested having lunch at noon.

Len Taylor really wanted to mention it, but the atmosphere was too terrifying to break.

Until three in the afternoon, the silence was finally broken.

Ian Bailey arrived.

The unmoving Julius Shaw suddenly looked up.

Hailey Smith urgently exclaimed, "Mr. Bailey! Please check on the Young Madam, she has been comatose since vomiting blood; will she really not wake up?"

Ian Bailey glanced at the blood on the floor, his face changing, "Wake up for what? Dead means less pain."

Julius Shaw’s eyes reddened, bloodshot.

Though he’s been saying he would rather die together, deep down he didn’t want any harm to come to Nancy Allen.

He looked at the panicked Hailey Smith and the furious Ian Bailey, the handcuffs tightened painfully, his wrist bruised with deep red marks.

Ian Bailey didn’t talk further, knowing rescue was critical.

His medical expertise was indeed outstanding.

Len Taylor was helpless with Nancy Allen’s condition, but Ian Bailey immediately took out silver needles upon arrival and started acupuncture on her.

Before long, the breath of someone initially weak gradually became stable.

Len Taylor couldn’t help but marvel, traditional Chinese medicine is truly profound.

Ian Bailey worked tirelessly for more than an hour before stopping, too exhausted to curse.

Julius Shaw’s wrist had been rubbed raw by the handcuffs, his eyes were bloodshot as if they would bleed.

Hailey Smith couldn’t help but ask, "Mr. Bailey, is the Young Madam alright?"

Ian Bailey shook his head sternly, "Alright? Far from it! If she continues like this, she won’t last long; either she dies from gradual weakening or remains comatose. She won’t be lucky enough to wake every time."

The young girl could actually wake up; Ian Bailey was deliberately provoking Julius Shaw.

He truly couldn’t understand why, despite loving her so passionately that merely watching her could cure insomnia, wouldn’t he protect this girl well?

Her body was so frail, like that of an eighty-year-old; though she could wake this time, next time might not be, it could be fatal.

This wasn’t just the melodramatic claims of young people, but truly so weak she could die.

So Ian Bailey deliberately said those things, not lying.

Julius Shaw’s gaze wavered; he no longer wanted to hear the word ’die’.

He still didn’t understand what he did wrong or why Nancy Allen ended up like this.

He suddenly shouted insanely, "No, she will wake! Tell me when she will wake, tell me!"

That look was downright murderous.

Ian Bailey frowned, "I can’t be sure when she’ll wake. Her body can’t handle strong medicine right now; she’s lost too much blood. Ideally, there would be enough plasma for transfusion now, but her blood type is too special, it’s hard to find a matching type in Riverwood City."

Julius Shaw seemed driven insane, "The needed blood—right, her direct relatives have the same blood type. I’ll bring them all here!"

Ian Bailey was so angry his beard trembled, the elderly hand slapped Julius Shaw’s face, "You crazy bastard, go be mad far away and still want to force—do you want her to die faster?"

Len Taylor’s eyes widened in the corner.

This Young Master Shaw was hit again...

Would he murder someone?

Julius Shaw’s handcuffs strained; the cuffs were too tight, blood dripped, like a scarred beast in a cage, his eyes a chaotic rage to tear apart anyone nearby. Yet he pressed his left hand on his right, forcibly suppressing his urge to strike.

Rationally, he knew he shouldn’t go mad now, but he couldn’t control it. He dug the cuffs deeper into his flesh; the pain deepened his hostility but also brought slight clarity.

Like a fish pulled ashore, near dying from lack of water, he pleaded, "Save her..."

This moment turned Julius Shaw into a figure of tragic pity.

Everyone only knew Godfery Shaw.

Known that Godfery Shaw could die with Nancy Allen, known that Godfery Shaw protected Nancy Allen from danger time after time.

Yet nobody knew, during those moments of harm to Nancy Allen, Julius Shaw’s shadow was present.

Like a pathetic soul, stubbornly guarding her, even though she then didn’t know who he was.

Even Len Taylor, who constantly cursed Julius Shaw in his heart, found Young Master Shaw somewhat pitiful now.

Ian Bailey sighed, "You..."

He wanted to offer advice but didn’t know what to say.

Just then, the room door was pushed open again.

Basil Smith returned.

"Brother, you’re finally back." Hailey Smith seemed to see a stabilizing force.

His brother was back; his brother was so smart, surely he’d have a solution.

Basil Smith carried a small freezer, noticing the bloodless and pallid Young Madam on the bed, quickly said, "There’s plasma here."

Hailey Smith widened his eyes, "Is it the plasma for the Young Madam?"

"Yes."

Hailey Smith was overjoyed, "Is my brother clairvoyant?"

Ian Bailey was equally delighted, "Excellent, quickly transfuse her, with the heavy blood loss, enough plasma will help her awaken from the coma sooner."

Basil Smith took out the plasma, preparing for transfusion while explaining to everyone, "When you called saying the Young Madam vomited blood and fainted, I guessed she might need plasma. After what happened back then, the Allens proactively contacted me to keep enough plasma. I collected it from the hospital on my way back."

Hailey Smith reflexively said, "The Young Madam’s parents love her dearly; if they knew she’d need this plasma so soon, they’d be heartbroken."

Everyone in the room quieted down.

Julius Shaw suffered a splitting headache; he still believed the Allens didn’t matter. But internally, he felt if Nancy Allen knew his thoughts, she’d surely be upset.

He couldn’t discern right from wrong.

This painful discord left him wanting to kill everyone talking, silence them, they were unbearably noisy!

But he couldn’t act, they were saving Nancy Allen.

He merely repeatedly let the cold handcuffs rub his wrist, the wound deep to the bone, blood pooled on the sofa, staining it a glaring red.

At this point, no one was paying attention to Julius Shaw.

Basil Smith and Ian Bailey discussed Nancy Allen’s treatment.

Ian Bailey had the best medical skills, but Basil Smith understood Nancy Allen’s current physical state most. After her last illness, he requested all of Nancy Allen’s medication data for five years from the Allens, did precise system analysis.

One represented thousands of years of traditional Chinese medical culture; the other gave perfect data analysis through Western medicine.

Their cooperation made saving lives smoother.

Unknowingly, Nancy Allen awoke.

Her curled lashes gently trembled as she opened her eyes.