Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

The hospital director wore a gloomy expression as he followed behind the police officers.

The technician led them to the floor of the VIP wards, drawing the attention of many as they passed by the wards.

When they reached the door of Pierre's ward, the technician turned to the police and said, "This is the ward he was registered in."

"Open the door," instructed one of the police officers with a cold and unfriendly look on his face.

Ever since Pierre had gone on the run and disappeared, they had put in a lot of effort to find him. However, they had not found any leads. Their superiors had become increasingly dissatisfied with their efficiency. They had handed down the task documents numerous times both openly and behind the scenes.

Still, Pierre was nowhere to be found.

They would not have found their way here if it were not for an anonymous tip-off email!

The technician immediately pushed the door open when he heard that.

The police officers entered the ward. The lead officer glanced at the man lying on the hospital bed. After a quick comparison with a photo of Pierre, he said, "It's him. Take him into custody."

Pierre had a grim expression as he looked at the police officers who stood in the spacious ward. He knew what was going on without having to ask.

However, he was unaware of the anonymous tip-off email. Neither Old Master Mallory nor Karen had informed him.

"I'm a patient now. Where are you taking me?" Pierre did not struggle because of the cast on his leg. He realized it would be futile.

As he watched the police officers approach him with a handcuff, his eyes darkened, but there was nothing he could do at this moment.

"We have our own detention ward at the police station, Mr. Pierre. You are suspected of illegal financing and bribery. Please cooperate with our investigation," said the police officers. They intended to handcuff Pierre, but noticing the IV drip on his arm, they turned around to look at the hospital director. He was at the back of the group. "Could you please come and remove the needle?"

The hospital director was being watched by the police officers. He had no choice but to step forward. He removed the needle in front of everyone and under Pierre's cold stare.

After pressing the spot for a few seconds, he let go and stepped back. "Take him away," said the police officers.

A few of them helped Pierre out of bed and got him onto a wheelchair. Even though Pierre's legs were injured, they securely fastened his hands to the wheelchair as a precaution.

skin of Pierre's wrists.

police officer began pushing

bottle of saline solution in her hands, was slightly surprised when she saw the scene. She

and said, "It's none of your business. Go back to

when she saw Pierre being handcuffed. She could actually

law. If it were not for the fact that the hospital's director was her relative, she would have

its way. Someone discovered that Pierre was right here in this

stood there, thinking about the harassment she had endured from Pierre's gaze over the past few days. She stared

by the police, she would no longer have to work night shifts

and she

Pierre got arrested, while the hospital director wore a troubled expression. Even though Pierre said that a doctor would

the doctor

if this whole thing was not handled properly? It could have a really negative impact on the

hospital director watched the police escort Pierre away, he thought that it seemed like he would not be leaving the office anytime soon. He would have to

in the elevator,

exchanged glances with each other. They were initially going to explain that their police car was parked in the underground lot and that reporters would not catch anything. Eventually, they did not say anything and placed a hood

in Central Hospital. The orthopedic doctor on duty received the medical records transferred by the police and examined Pierre. After

my lawyer," said Pierre as soon as the

him, but they had not taken any action at the

late now. Get some rest. We can arrange for a lawyer tomorrow," replied the

Pierre's face darkened.

while, a nurse entered with a tray and said to the police officer, "Dr. Fields prescribed this saline solution. I need to give it to

the orthopedic doctor on duty who

officer who sat in a chair nearby, watching the

Pierre's name, the nurse

said, "Remember to press the call button if you run out of

detention ward did not have nursing staff. Thus, all matters fell under the responsibility

police