The next series of events wouldn't have happened if things had gone differently.

The police arrived, questioning everyone about what happened and then taking them all to the station for statements. Dr. Ray stayed back to arrange care for Shawn before heading to the station with the officers.

After giving their statements, everyone looked visibly shaken, their minds still on Shawn. They all decided to visit him together at the city hospital where he had been transferred.

Shawn lay on a hospital bed, his face as pale as a ghost, and his bandaged hand still oozing blood.

"Dr. Ray, can't you do anything for Shawn's hand?" Darcy asked, her voice breaking as she covered her face and sobbed.

"I..." Dr. Ray bowed his head, feeling helpless. It wasn't that there was nothing he could do, but... it was just too damn difficult.

"If Shawn's hand is really ruined, then what about his future..." Darcy started, but Flora cut her off.

"His hand won't be ruined," Flora declared with a firm voice.

"Flora, do you have a plan?" Everyone turned to her with hopeful eyes. Flora was known for her skills; maybe she really did have a solution.

Flora looked at Shawn with steely determination, her fists clenched. "He needs a specific miracle drug right now."

"Are you talking about the HJ Special Dose?" Dr. Ray turned sharply to Flora, surprised that she had thought of the same thing. She hadn't even been in the operating room but still knew Shawn's condition inside out. Did she really figure it out just by looking? Flora's medical skills must be on another level!

suspicions. But Darcy and

had a real solution, but it

had never been seen in Austenberg; they had only heard rumors about it. No one knew if it even existed. It was said to be developed by S

was the only thing that could save Shawn, it felt like there was

isn't something you can just find easily,

as not talking about it," someone muttered. It was impossible. It felt like they had

saying another word,

and walked

and sent a text to Crimson: "Find the HJ Special Dose globally within

a white wall, massaging

ding-" Her phone rang. Flora glanced

"Connor..." she answered.

downstairs," he said. When she didn't respond immediately, he

then hung up and headed

black Land Rover was parked. Connor stood

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her arms

her head on

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