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

Chapter 3386 Got Hera Admitted To The Hospital

Luca placed her hand on Hera's other wrist, checking her pulse. "Her condition is worsening. The inflammation in her body has intensified.

"I prescribed her medication. Those are Mr. Shanks' formulations, and they're highly effective for reducing inflammation. It shouldn't be getting worse."

Gerald pursed his lips before finally speaking up. "Luca, when I was cleaning yesterday, I saw that Ms. Sanchez had thrown all the medication you prescribed into the trash. She didn't take any of it."

Luca was speechless.

She had been questioning whether the medicine was ineffective or if she had made an error in diagnosis. It turned out that it was Hera herself who had sabotaged her treatment.

"What should we do now?" asked Gerald.

"There's no other option. She needs to go to a hospital," Luca decided firmly. "Her condition is serious, and since she doesn't trust my treatment, the hospital is her best choice."

"Can't you help her just this once?" pleaded Gerald, "I mean, she looks really bad right now. You and Mr. Shanks are way more skilled than any hospital doctors. She'd recover much faster with your help."

Luca frowned. She was not one to meddle unnecessarily.

Hera's blatant rejection of her help did not inspire any goodwill.

"Call Mr. Shanks. If he's willing to treat her, fine. If not, she goes to the hospital." Luca's tone left no room for negotiation.

Gerald heaved a sigh and went to fetch Shanks.

Ten minutes later, Shanks came strolling leisurely. "What's the issue?"

Luca stepped aside to give him space and briefly explained Hera's condition and her earlier diagnosis. After checking the pulse, Shanks's expression did not change. "Your diagnosis is accurate. She won't die." Gerald and the other man in the room froze, caught off guard by Shanks' bluntness. She would not die? Was that supposed to be reassuring?

Only Luca understood his meaning. Hera's life wasn't in immediate danger, so hospital treatment would suffice. "Mr. Shanks, you're not going to treat her?" Luca asked in a soft voice.

"Why should I waste my effort on someone who threw away my medicine?" Shanks' tone was as cold as ice. He despised those who disregarded others' goodwill.

The moment he learned Hera had discarded his medicine, she was firmly placed on his blacklist.

Luca straightened her back and turned to Gerald. "Are you taking her to the hospital yourselves, or should we call an ambulance?"

Gerald dreaded

head. "She doesn't trust me and has already discarded Mr. Shanks' medicine. It's

choice, Gerald relented. "Alright, I'll

out of the room, Gerald

call,

hospital. Shanks can handle it," Abel responded calmly, his tone almost indifferent. "Mr. Shanks is unwilling to

seemed far too detached for someone supposedly concerned about

woman's voice echoed faintly from the other end

did not come

out about this, she would

sure

He had to make sure Hera did not die and could not

he passed the task to one of the nearby

hour later, an ambulance arrived

returned to

Luke, looking a bit restless as

as his focus entirely on Luca, who was

wanted to help

refused, saying it would

was stand there with the others, watching her busy

so much work on her own tugged

to himself. "I've realized something. The boss doesn't

as though

could hear a woman's voice in the background. Seems like he spent the whole night with someone

showed a hint of exasperation. He reminded Gerald, "When have you ever heard him admit that Hera

brows as he thought back. When he came to think of it, it had always been Hera claiming she was Abel's

had never confirmed

denied it publicly, so everyone just assumed

Gerald glanced around, suddenly feeling like he had stumbled upon some juicy gossip. Leaning closer to Luke, he whispered, "So, everything might just be

Luke did not reply.

to himself, "If Ms. Sanchez is just one of the boss's many female companions, why bring her here?

a sharp look. How did someone like Gerald end

before but just

shivered, instinctively touching his neck as the gravity of his