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

Gerald recalled the number he was assigned in the organization. He reminisced about how thrilled he was when he first received it.

Joining the Island of Despair made him feel respectable and prestigious. After all, it brought in a handsome income.

Yet, Gerald only felt regret now.

"091," uttered Gerald.

"Mm." Shanks picked up his phone and dialed another number. "You threw 091 to me. How can I possibly rescue someone alone?"

"You have the capability to save him," Abel's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"But if you don't want to, that's fine too. He's just trash anyway. He's incapable of doing anything right. If you don't want to save him, let him breathe his last and dispose of him."

"Easy for you to say." Shanks looked at Gerald coldly and said to Abel, "Send two men up."

Abel replied, "Alright. I didn't expect you to still have the intention to save him."

"So, are we saving him or not?" Shanks’ tone was impatient. Abel was truly incomprehensible. First, Abel wanted his men to bring this person up here to be saved, but then he said it did not matter whether Shanks saved him or not.

It was more troublesome than dealing with a woman.

"If you want to save him, then save him. I'll send people up," Abel finished his sentence and hung up.

Shanks tossed his phone aside, slowly rose to his feet, and said, "It's too difficult for me to save you alone, and I can't find anyone else who understands medicine, so I have to let those two guys help me.

"Just bear with it if it hurts later. I have no other choice."

Gerald heard this and shuddered again.

Let two men who did not understand medicine help?

Those two helpers had to be the burly guys from the Island of Despair. Would they not just end his life?

Could they not just take him to the hospital?

some blood and felt a little better

looked disdainfully at the dirty floor.

from the Island of Despair got injured during their missions and needed treatment when they returned, he would be more than happy to treat

hated cleaning

beat people up to the brink of death and then sent them over here. These were the most

bit better, and he also understood that Shanks did not want to treat

to the hospital would be better than suffering

want to go to the hospital?" Shanks was slightly surprised. It seemed that Abel's so-called training courses

the hospital, I bet those incompetent doctors won't be able to save him." A man's voice sounded. He was

Shanks remained silent.

man spoke to Gerald again, "If the boss is willing to bother Mr. Shanks to save you, you should be grateful. If you go to the hospital with those injuries, I doubt any doctor would dare to save

Did this mean that only

me... please." Gerald immediately changed his tone and thought to himself that he would just endure the pain if it meant he

those doctors could not save him, it would

would not take him

also worried that he

hour, and he's already like this. It’s truly embarrassing for the Island of Despair," cursed Oscar, one of the

Shanks said nonchalantly, "Do you think everyone is

all been conditioned through your long-term care, so naturally, we're much

Island of Despair, aside from taking poison and the antidote, they also frequently

potions were developed to enhance their physical functions and promote robust

the conditioning from these

carried away. Instead, he instructed them in a cold voice, "Take him

pointed at

several guest rooms. Otherwise, Gerald would have

two men were about

"What are you doing? Are you trying to make

the difficulty tenfold, you'll still be able to save him," Oscar joked, knowing that Shanks had a better temper than Abel. Thus,

but turn pale as he listened to

flattery, Shanks did not seem to care much. He simply instructed them, "Carry him

it," answered the