Before approaching the ward, Holden noticed several doctors and nurses bustling in and out, their urgent movements suggesting a rescue in progress.
His mind briefly went blank.
Acting on instinct, Holden released the childrenâs hands and hastened towards the ward entrance.
âWhatâs wrong with daddy?â Melon looked at Adele, perplexed.
Adele shook her head.
âI donât know.
â
The next second, the two kids hurried to catch up with Holden, but Holden had already vanished from their view, entering the ward.
A pungent odor permeated the room.
Ariana lay on the bed, eyes closed in agonized struggle.
Her entire body flushed red, seeming on the brink of bursting.
The floor was strewn with sticky, murky vomit.
Inside the ward, Mitchelâs voice rose in urgent concern.
âThe patientâs in shock! Defibrillator! Arrange for the emergency treatment in No.
3 operating room!â
Arianaâs sudden symptoms threw Holden into a panic.
He stopped a nurse, demanding, âWhatâs happening?â
âMr.
Fredrick?â The nurse trembled in Holdenâs grasp.
âMiss Edwardsâ organs are failing, and sheâs coughing up blood.
â
Holden felt as though an invisible hand had gripped his throat, choking him.
âHow is this possible? You said her life wasnât at risk!â Holdenâs voice thundered, rattling those bustling around the ward.
The nurse beside Holden was on the verge of screaming in fear.
Her legs trembled weakly as she answered, her voice quivering, âM-Maybe itâs due to a medication rejection reaction.
â
Holdenâs mouth twitched slightly.
He gazed at the frail figure of Ariana in bed, speechless for a long moment.
Witnessing his distress, the nurse quickly squatted, retrieving a blood-soaked cloth from the floor.
Trembling, she hurriedly left the ward, unwilling to Linger.
The monitors beeped loudly, echoing like drums.
As Holden moved towards Ariana, Mitchel intervened.
âGet out of my way,â Holden demanded, his voice cold.
Mitchel didnât respond directly.
He frowned, speaking icily.
âThe patient is hemorrhaging.
Your emotional state makes it unsafe for you to be near her.
â
Before Holden could protest further, Mitchel directed other staff to escort him away.
The staff hesitated, exchanging uneasy glances, reluctant to restrain Holden.
âWhat are you waiting for? Move! Can you risk losing the chance to save the patient?â Even the typically composed Mitchel grew agitated.
Doctors and nurses trembled, attempting to persuade Holden to leave.
One nurse attempted to pull Holden away, but he shoved her to the floor.
Holden, struggling to control his emotions, fought to stay with Ariana.
Wearing a pair of blood-stained gloves, Mitchel attempted to pull Holden away.
The scent of Arianaâs blood filled the air, causing Holden sharp pain.
âPlease, just let me have a look at her, just one look,â Holden pleaded in a trembling voice.