Chapter: 1064
"Mr. Killian said that someone showed up to disrupt the transaction. The medicine has likely been intercepted.
"Who? Who dares take my medicine?" Alma roared, furious.
"They do not know yet. But they are looking into it now." Julian shook his head.
"Hurry! Go, find out who it is! I don’t give a damn how many men you dispatch or what price you have to pay. Get me my medicine!" Alma roared.
"Yes, ma’am!" All their men dispersed without a moment’s hesitation.
"Please calm down, Grandmother, I’ll help you to the car." Julian helped his grandmother over to the car for a rest. But before they could get far, Alma’s legs gave out, and she fell weakly to the ground. Her body convulsed, and she foamed at the mouth as her condition worsened.
"Grandmother!’ Julian was terribly shaken when he saw Alma collapse suddenly. Without a moment to spare, he quickly started the car and sent her to the hospital.
After the doctors tended to her, Alma was no longer in life-threatening danger. But her condition was far from good.
"Doctor, how’s my grandmother doing?" Julian immediately went up to the doctor the moment he stepped out of the ward.
"Mr. Nicholson, has your grandmother been frequently taking some special medication?" the doctor asked.
"Yes. She’s been feeling unwell, so she takes some supplements occasionally," Julian admitted.
"I’m afraid those aren’t as simple as supplements." The doctor shook his head.
"The patient’s heavily reliant on the medication, and she has great amounts of toxins in her body. And with her old age, I’m afraid there isn’t much we can do for her."
"How is this possible? This is the best hospital there is! Is there nothing you can do?" Julian frowned.
The best solution now is to let the patient resume her medication to keep her body running for the time being. If we stop the medication so suddenly, I’m afraid she’ll have less than three days left to live." The doctor sighed.
Julian was shocked by what the doctor had said. If his grandmother were to die, what was he going to do? He wasn’t the head of the family yet. Without his grandmother backing him up and his grandfather in a coma, things would be difficult for him in the future.
"Julian…" Right then, Alma, who was on the bed, slowly opened her eyes. Though the doctor had administered her painkillers, it was only a temporary relief that did not solve the problem at hand.
"Yes, Grandmother?" Julian swiftly went up to her and held her hand.
"My medicine… Have you found it yet?" Alma asked weakly.
"There’s no news of it yet." Julian shook his head.
"How about Mr. Killian? Have him send another bottle of the medicine over. I’ll pay double the price," Alma said.
"Mr. Killian said that the medicine is too rare and that there’s a limited production of it annually, so even if they manufactured it immediately, it’ll take at least a month for us to get it," Julian said sombrely.
"A month? I can’t wait that long! Think of something else!" Alma was getting anxious.
"I…" Julian was at a loss for words. He couldn’t get his hands on the medicine, and there was nothing the doctor could do. What was he supposed to do?
"Ma’am, we’ve got news!" One of the Nicholson guards barged in and reported.