Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

"Is there any point in trying?" Luca looked at Luke. Her eyes regained some focus.

"Of course. Perform the same dry needling technique you performed earlier on him. See if it wakes him up." Luke held her hand tightly, giving her strength.

Luca felt the strength in his grip and nodded firmly.

"Luca, you're the only one who can save him now," said Luke. He asked her to pull herself together. "If you give up too, he won't wake up."

"I'll save him..." Luca took a deep breath and took out the remaining needles. Once again, she pricked Stan's face and head.

"Ugh..." When the final needle was pricked, Stan let out a muffled groan. He appeared to be in great pain. He kept his eyes closed and was murmuring, "Ouch, it hurts."

Luca took a deep breath, feeling relieved. She regained her composure when Stan regained his consciousness.

Thank goodness, the man was saved.

Luca removed the needles and then turned to look at Luke. "We still need to leave him with a small injury on his head. Then, we'll call for an ambulance."

Luke nodded. Stan had not fully regained consciousness yet. After the last needle was removed, Luke lifted Stan up and carried him to the hallway.

Then, he made Stan hit the wall.

Stan's head was bruised, even oozing with a bit of blood. Then, in a daze, he cried out before passing out once more.

Luca watched this happen and said, "Let’s call for an ambulance."

Stan was safe, and his consciousness had returned. Even though their actions were not pleasant, she knew being kind to the enemy meant being cruel to oneself. It was a lesson she deeply understood.

Luca had seen too many people fighting each other on the Island of Despair.

If one showed kindness, one would ultimately suffer a tragic fate.

Even though Luca was kind-hearted, she knew that to protect Luke and their child, she had to become someone who did not understand kindness.

"Alright, you don't need to be involved in what comes next. Go upstairs and get some rest. I'll go with the ambulance to the hospital and inform his nephew.” Luke looked at Stan. He wanted to meet Stan's nephew.

"I can't sleep now. I'll go to the hospital with you," replied Luca. Too many things had happened today. She was tired, but she could not seem to feel sleepy anymore.

Without Luke by her side at a time like this, she would not be able to sleep.

"Okay." Luke called the ambulance.

15 minutes later, the ambulance and paramedics arrived.

The doctor and nurses came in with a stretcher. They saw Stan lying on the ground, lifted him onto the stretcher, and asked, "What happened to the patient?"

"I'm not sure," answered Luke. "When I came downstairs, he was already on the ground."

The doctor first checked Stan's condition. "Pupils are fine. There's swelling on the forehead. He probably accidentally hit his head on the wall and passed out. We'll take him to the hospital first and then conduct a detailed examination."

"Understood."

The nurses and the doctor lifted the stretcher together.

The doctor glanced back at Luke and said, "Are you his family member? You need to come with us to the hospital."

"I'm his employer, but I'll accompany him to the hospital," replied Luke. He held Luca's hand and followed behind the medical staff.

The doctor looked at the two of them as they held hands. They were calm and composed, showing no trace of panic. It puzzled him.

Usually in such situations, whether it was the employer or family members, they would be nervous.

Employers would be worried because if the accident happened at their residence, it could be considered a work-related injury. If the patient's family members were not cooperative, the employers could easily be held responsible.

However, these two acted as if nothing was wrong.

Getting their heads knocked was a serious matter for the middle-aged and elderly. There were potential complications and possibly even ineffective rescue.

Did they not know this?

The doctor did not say anything more. He assumed they were not curious and swiftly helped the patient into the ambulance.

"Are you following in your car or getting into the ambulance?" the doctor asked again.

"We'll be taking the ambulance," replied Luke. He helped Luca into the ambulance first and then got into it himself.

Luca sat with the nurse in the corner of the ambulance, watching as the doctor and nurses calmly attached various life-monitoring devices to Stan.

They remained expressionless.

The doctor inquired, "Does the patient have any chronic illnesses?"

"I'm not sure." Luke shook his head.

Has he taken any medication?" the doctor asked again.

"I'm not sure." Luke then reminded the doctor, "I'm his employer, but I don't always live here. It'd be more appropriate to ask his relatives when we get to the hospital." "Please notify his relatives to wait at the hospital." The doctor nodded and glanced at the monitoring equipment. Everything seemed normal for now.

However, just because everything seemed normal now did not mean it would stay that way later. The doctor remained cautious.

After all, this situation could not be taken lightly.

Luke nodded, casually took out Stan's phone, and unlocked it with his thumb.

After unlocking it, he called Stan's nephew.

The call was quickly answered. Without waiting for the other person to speak, Luke said, "I'm Mr. Muller's employer."

Gerald became alert when he heard Luke’s voice. "You're Luke Crawford?"

"Do you know me?" Luke raised an eyebrow. He put the call on speakerphone, intending for the medical staff present to hear their conversation.

"Of course, I know you..." Gerald seemed to realize something and quickly asked, "What have you done to my uncle?"

"I found Mr. Muller collapsed on the ground, unconscious. He's currently being taken to the hospital. Family members are needed there. Come over," Luke said calmly as he glanced at Luca.

Luca was tightly focused on Stan's face.

It was more accurate to say she was paying attention to his complexion. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

"What?" Gerald, on the other end of the line, refused to believe it and immediately threatened, "Luke Crawford, I know you're not a good person! Don't hurt my uncle."

Luke handed the phone to the doctor across from him. "I can't communicate with him. You should talk to him."

The doctor had no choice but to take the phone from Luke and say, "Hello, we're doctors from GentleHeart Hospital. The patient is currently in the ambulance. Please come over."

"What happened to him?" asked Gerald.

"The patient injured his head. He's currently unconscious and needs to go to the hospital for a detailed examination before we can understand what's going on," explained the doctor.

He was puzzled. Did Gerald not hear what Luke said earlier? Why did he need to repeat it? "Anyway, his family members should come over quickly. We need you to provide some information, and it's necessary for his family to be present."

"Got it." Gerald heard the doctor's explanation and hung up the phone.