Chapter 627

Luther was lying in the VIP room at St. Maria Hospital.

"Can't I just go back?" His voice was extremely impatient.

"You can't, President.” Casey said seriously, "You just had a complete

body CT. The CT shows that you have a slight subdural hematoma,

which needs to be closely observed overnight, and if the bleeding

doesn't stop and get worse, you may have to have surgery at worst. If

there is no problem, you just need regular follow-up checks."

"Nothing's wrong with me, and I know what's going on with myself."

Luther was extremely upset, and he didn't like being in the hospital.

"President, a subdural hemorrhage, and a mild concussion are not the

same thing. You must be cautious with subdural hemorrhage. Should

anything happen, timely intervention is important. President, your head

has not fully recovered from your last car accident surgery, and today

the same area was hit again. I'm sorry. It's all my fault today. I should

have been more careful with the speed of the car, so I would not hit the

car in the front. I'll accept just any punishment.” Casey's face was dark

and he blamed himself so much. It was all his fault for putting the

president in such a situation.

"It's okay. It's not all your fault." Luther's head was still uncomfortable.

The pain never subdued after such a long time in the car, and he still

could not remember anything. Now he was in a terrible mood. He was

disgusted by the idea that there was still an unknown part of his world.

It was overwhelming to him.

"Thank you, President.” Casey was still blaming himself.

They weren't in the hospital long before Jacqueline arrived in a frenzy.

She pushed the door in and ran straight to Luther, her voice sharp with

a bit of panic, "Luther, what's wrong with you, are you okay?"

Luther's head had been throbbing with a vague pain, and when he

heard the yelling and shouting of Jacqueline, he couldn't help but

frown.

"Mrs. Warner." Casey caught a glimpse of Luther's impatient face and

hurriedly answered for him, “The president suffered a mild blow to the

head and needs to be observed overnight. No major injuries for now."

He deliberately omitted the subdural hemorrhage part so that

Jacqueline would not make a fuss.

"Oh, fortunately, Luther, you have had quite a few car accidents

recently. It seems that I would have to find a shaman or something like

that for you." Jacqueline sat down on the bench next to him and

opened her mouth to complain, "My heart really can't stand the frequent

accidents at home lately."

“I don't believe it. You don't mess around.” Luther shot back coldly.

“You have to believe it even if you don't. You've been in a car accident

twice. What an evil, really! And there is Shelly. She has suffered a lot in

the detention center. She has been crying every day, screaming that

she wants to get out. It pains me every time I meet her.” Jacqueline

complained repeatedly.

Since Jacqueline talked about family business now, Casey knew better

than to stay any longer, and he said, "Mr. Warner, President, I'll be out

first.”

"Hmm." Jacqueline waved her hand.

Then she waited until after Casey left.

Jacqueline continued to complain, “You know what? The detention

center is such a shabby place. Their bed is just a wooden board, their

blanket is just a piece of coarse cloth, and it smells funny. There are no

facilities in the bathroom, and you can't even take a shower. You can

only use some hot water to wipe yourself clean! Luther, can’t you find

someone to get Shelly out? Just try something at least? Your sister is

suffering there.”

"Heh." Luther sneered, "Someone? Karl's father is the chief justice. You

think that you can find someone even above him?"