Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1058 Recently Assaulted

Tommy didn't say a word and walked into the room with an annoyed expression, saying, "Open all the room doors, quick. I still need to go to the next hospital. I can't waste too much time here."

When we entered the building, my apprehension grew. I glanced at Tommy, who was commanding, "Speed up, check every room thoroughly, and don't leave any spots unchecked! Hurry up. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can wrap up. We need to go to the next hospital."

Then he directed his subordinates from a distance, "Open the rooms. Every single one. This... that room over there."

I signaled to Eleanor, and she quickly pretended to walk toward the inside. "Hurry up."

With my white gloves on, I felt around every corner. The assistant doctor immediately ordered us to open all the rooms. When it came to the one inside, he stood at the doorway, "I think we can skip this one. The person inside just had an episode, and we haven't cleaned up yet."

"Open it," Tommy said without hesitation. He walked over and repeated, "Open it!"

The assistant doctor glanced at Wilbur, who had also followed us, and he raised his hand. "Open the door."

The assistant doctor had no choice but to find the key and reluctantly open the room. Tommy strode in, and I followed closely.

The moment I entered that room, I was stunned. The floor was a mess. It was scattered with food, vegetable leaves, soup, and a steamed bun smashed to pieces, with footprints still visible.

There were also small spots of blood.

My heart sank instantly.

on the bed. I carefully looked around, and in a corner, a small and frail figure was curled up,

glanced around and said, "Why is

quickly explained, "She just had an episode, and we haven't

up. Do you want me to mark this place as unsanitary? And besides, if someone's having an episode, should she really be left alone

shout from the corridor, "Could the person in

went out

me. "You,

Wilbur, come out for a moment. I need to

cautiously after

convulsing in the corner. As he was about to pull her up by her hair, I roared,

was a little out of line. Another male colleague who had come with us quickly said, "Is this how you treat patients? Even if she is

colleague said,

assistant doctor reluctantly glanced at Beatrice before swiftly leaving the

but she struggled instinctively. I grabbed her, gently

her voice hoarse and frightening. I quickly took

seemed to pause

and brushed away the hair on her face, which was covered in food.

hadn't

the messy hair, to be swollen like a pumpkin with her eyes barely visible. Her

she seemed to regain some awareness. I tried to touch her, and she continued to struggle. I softly said,

that she