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Chapter 32: A Closed Mouth Is A Closed Destiny Chapter 32: A Closed Mouth Is A Closed Destiny Four didn’t respond to the remark, but his silence spoke volumes.

His cold, calculating mind was already piecing together the puzzle, though he didn’t share his thoughts.

Ikenna studied him for a moment longer before finally nodding.

“Fine.

If it gets you to commit to the sessions, I won’t press further.

But don’t expect me to go easy on you.” Four’s gaze hardened.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” As Ikenna and Four continued their conversation, Ikenna’s phone buzzed with an incoming call.

He ignored it.

Then came another vibration.

And another.

By the fifth call, he was visibly irritated, muttering under his breath.

When the phone finally stopped ringing, it was immediately followed by a string of notifications, five in rapid succession.

He tried to dismiss them, but the persistent pings didn’t stop.

Knowing it could be from a VIP patient, he sighed in annoyance and pulled out his phone.

The screen displayed an urgent hospital page: “Dr.

Ikenna, please report to the VIP ward room 2** immediately.

Emergency, seizure in progress.” The words sent a chill down his spine.

His frustration evaporated in an instant, replaced by focused urgency.

He cursed under his breath, his mind racing as he processed the situation.

‘A seizure?

How?

to go,” he muttered abruptly, shoving

left, but he was unaware that the man, persistent

slow yet determined, maneuvered his wheelchair

room,

were frantically

body trembling

control the seizure, while

shouting instructions “Keep her

for hypoxia, get

dropping!” a nurse replied, her voice tense as she adjusted the oxygen mask over

“Okay, administer the Ativan.

2 mg IV push.

before it progresses into status

gurney, we’ll need to get her to imaging after this for a

grabbed a bag of normal saline to start IV fluids,

moment, Ikenna strode in, his commanding presence halting the

check,” he said firmly, his tone brooking

attending physician looked hesitant but stepped aside,

seizing,” the physician

concerned about aspiration.” Ikenna nodded, his hands

and listened to her breathing, which was

the

she responds to it.” He glanced at the

nearing 150 bpm,

her airway,”

to prevent aspiration.” A nurse immediately turned Nnenna onto her side while another gently

rule out intracranial causes,” Ikenna said, his voice

soon as she stabilizes.” Behind him,

a word,

remained seated, his cold gaze fixed

his unyielding nature

to start physical

Weak.

his tone devoid

room buzzed with medical activity, but Four was oblivious to it all, his focus

his mind, an uncomfortable flicker stirred, an echo of her words and actions