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?

blood and felt a

looked disdainfully at the dirty floor. "This

from the Island of Despair got injured during their missions and needed treatment when they

really hated cleaning up Abel's

death and then sent them over here. These were the most troublesome people to

Gerald's throat felt a bit better, and he also understood that Shanks did not want to treat him. That was

to the hospital would be better than

Shanks was slightly surprised. It seemed that Abel's so-called training courses had skipped some

really send him to the hospital, I bet those incompetent doctors won't be able to

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

this mean that only

his tone and thought to himself that he would just endure the pain

to the hospital and those doctors could not save him, it would all be in

the people here would

also worried that

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

Shanks said nonchalantly, "Do you

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

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

developed to enhance their physical functions and

combined with the conditioning from these potions, they could withstand beatings far

to the man's praise without getting carried away. Instead, he instructed them in a cold voice, "Take him to the bed in that

at

guest rooms. Otherwise, Gerald would have to suffer and be forced

men were about

doing? Are you trying to make it harder

if we increase the difficulty tenfold, you'll still be able to save him," Oscar joked, knowing that Shanks had a better temper than Abel. Thus, he playfully bantered while

but turn pale as he

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

it," answered the