Chapter: 1021
He didn't know what happened to Susan after she had committed suicide.
He had a hard time staying and waiting in the room. He wanted to know about Susan's condition. He had promised her that he would be responsible for her. He made it clear that he would always stand by her side. He was not going to leave her alone.
In the darkness of night, Dr. Turner changed into completely different clothes. Then, he asked a motorcyclist to take him to the hospital.
The doctor made his way into the VIP area and went straight to the desk.
“Hello! May I know Susan Salazar's ward number?" he asked the nurse on duty.
The nurse raised her head and looked at him. He was wearing a hat and a mask which almost covered his whole face.
"Are you looking for
Susan?" she asked.
"Yes, I want to see her. She is a friend of mine," Dr. Turner said in a low tone.
The nurse looked at him from head to toe. It was as if she was wondering whether or not what he said was true. But after a while, she pointed to the left corridor and said, "Go this way. The fifth ward."
“Thank you very much."
Dr. Turner pressed the brim of his hat and walked in the direction pointed by the nurse.
However, he was unaware of the fact that as soon as he left, the nurse took out her phone and quickly sent a message.
Dr. Turner counted silently. In no time, he was already at the fifth ward. The door was ajar. He stood by it and peeped through the gap.
He could see that someone was lying in the bed beneath the quilt.
Wthout any form of hesitation, Dr. Turner pushed the door open and walked in.
"Susan!" he said with so much concern before walking to her bedside.
However, before he finished speaking, the person in bed suddenly lifted the quilt. A completely strange face was revealed. It was that of a man!
Immediately Dr. Turner realized it wasn't Susan's ward, it dawned on him that he had been trapped. The idea of turning around and running away crossed his mind. But before he could do so, four men had already surrounded him.
“Dr. Turner, you have got to come with us. Mr. Sullivan wants to see you!" The man lying in the bed stood up and walked towards the doctor.
Dr. Turner clenched and loosened his fists over and over again. When he set eyes on the tear-drop shaped obsidian brooch on the man's shirt, he knew that he couldn't run away.
"Very well then, I'll come with you." Dr. Turner's voice was hoarse and powerless.
"But can I see Susan first?"
"Who do you think you are to bargain with us?"
"I..." Dr. Turner was well prepared before he came _ here.