Chapter: 1352

Considering that Norah was also a doctor, she hoped for the well-being of all medical professionals.

“Medical disputes can be truly frightening," she added, a sentiment reflecting the peril doctors occasionally face.

The group tried not to linger on the grim scene. It was evident the attacker had specifically aimed for Lanny.

The assailant had targeted Norah too, possibly seeing her as vulnerable due to her wheelchair-a chilling reminder of the irrationality harbored by him.

As life in the hospital marched on, Joanna escorted Norah to her upcoming appointment.

Gilda, sensing a deeper conspiracy, instructed Chayce, "Start investigating. I suspect there's more behind this incident."

It seemed likely that the chaos was exploited to orchestrate an attack on Norah, hinting at a sinister plot weaving through the day's events.

After completing her CT scan, Norah was wheeled back through the busy outpatient hall by Joanna.

Despite the chaos earlier, it seemed only Lanny had suffered injuries.

“Hold on a moment," Norah said, pressing the brakes on her wheelchair.

“Joanna, could you find out how Dr. Mitchell is doing?"

Joanna nodded, released the wheelchair to Susanna, and left to gather information.

Soon after, Joanna returned with disheartening news.

"Dr. Mitchell is still in the ER. It's looking pretty bad. It's just heartbreaking-he's such a kind person."

Norah recalled the knife hadn't struck any arteries, suggesting there might be a chance to save Lanny.

"I want to see him," she declared after a pause.

Joanna and Susanna exchanged looks, knowing well of Norah's capabilities as the Supernatural Doctor and her potential desire to help.

“Together, we'll support whatever you decide," they assured in unison, their expressions firm.

Norah smiled slightly at their resolve. “Thank you."

Realizing she couldn't just stand by while a skilled doctor was in peril, Norah decided to act.

Joanna hurried off to get more details as Susanna pushed Norah towards the operating room.

Inside, the tension was palpable.

“Keep the transfusions going, don't stop," ordered Malcolm Hanson, the lead surgeon, his voice echoing with authority.

A nurse mopped his brow, looking worried. “We have run out of stored blood in the hospital."