Female Novel
Chapter 1604 Suddenly Bleeding
Chapter 1604 Suddenly Bleeding
The sunlight was dazzling. In the white hospital room, even with the misty curtains drawn, the fierce
golden light from outside could still be felt.
Luther adapted for a moment to the light before he could see his surroundings clearly.
White furniture, white sheets.
This was the hospital.
He moved, and a sharp pain came from his abdomen.
He couldn't help frowning and gritting his teeth.
His brain stagnated for a moment, as if it had broken off, his mind fuzzy. Where was he, and why was
he injured?
However, it was just a moment.
Then memories surged up like the tide.
He remembered the final battle at the abandoned airport, fighting hand to hand with Vance, accidentally
injuring his abdomen.
Joyce was held hostage by Otis, and he was forced to take an unknown drug.
Afraid of losing his memory, he had carved letters on his wrist.
After that, Chris arrived, they subdued Otis together, and then he gradually lost consciousness due to
excessive blood loss. The only impression left was that Joyce had been holding him tightly, giving his
increasingly cold body a little warmth.
Luther suddenly sat up in bed, ignoring the pain in his abdomen.
He pressed the power button to raise the bed, leaning against the headboard. He hurriedly pulled up
his left wrist sleeve.
The letters QR carved by the knife point, although cleaned with iodine by the doctor, were still there.
It wasn't a dream, it had really happened.
He put down his sleeve and breathed a sigh of relief.
Great, he remembered it all, no amnesia.
Apparently, the drug Otis gave him was not to cause memory loss.
He remembered Joyce, remembered Anderson, remembered everything.
At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open by the nurse.
The doctor walked in and asked when he saw Luther awake, "How did you get up? Does the wound
hurt? I stitched up about twenty stitches and didn't give you a pain pump. I thought you could endure
it."
Luther shook his head, "No pain, it's okay."
The nurse came over and helped Luther unplug the IV bottle. "Mr. Warner, the anti-inflammatory fluids
have been hung and will be hung again tomorrow."
Seeing fresh blood oozing from his abdominal wound, the nurse exclaimed in a low voice, "You used
too much force when you got up and tore the wound. Let me treat the wound."
"Wait, don't deal with the wound first." Luther asked the doctor, "My body, are there any othernovelbin
abnormalities? Any signs of poisoning?"
The doctor shook his head, "The young marshal mentioned this too. He said you took an unknown
drug. After performing the surgery, I arranged a full body examination for you, with full scans, and found
no abnormalities. Your blood was fully tested before surgery and nothing abnormal was found. "
After a pause, the doctor took out his IPAD, turned it on, and said, "I just ordered another blood test
and the results have been uploaded to the system. Let me check."
After reading the report, the doctor frowned, "Liver function, kidney function, all normal. No problem.
Mr. Warner, if you consider neurological drugs, do you feel fuzzy memory, numbness in your body? Or
do you feel any discomfort yourself?"
Luther shook his head, "None at all."
"That's strange. Could it be that what you took was just a placebo? In any case, no drug components
were detected in your blood." The doctor concluded.
"I see." Luther fell into thought.
Did Otis bluff with an ordinary fake pill when he was at his wit's end? Was it possible?
This possibility was not ruled out. After all, Otis was cunning and capable of anything.
However, years ago, his grandmother Stephanie was given a specially formulated drug by the warlords'
internal, which led to respiratory failure, and no drugs were detected after the fact. That's why it was an
unsolved case for many years.
But he was still alive now. Did that mean he was okay?
At this point, the nurse came forward, peeled off the gauze covering Luther's wound, re-cleaned the
bloodstains and covered it with new gauze. She warned, "Mr. Warner, you can get out of bed but be
careful not to tear the wound."
"Okay." Luther replied.
After checking all the indicators, the doctor warned, "No food today. You can eat tomorrow. You can be
discharged at the earliest tonight. You lost 2, 000 mL of blood, narrowly escaping death. After
discharge, eat more nutritious food to replenish blood."
"As for the drug you were worried about, Mr. Warner, I have sent someone to culture the blood. I will
inform you of the results. Also, this afternoon I have arranged an electroencephalogram, nerve
response test, and muscle response test for you."
Luther nodded slightly.
After explaining everything, the doctor left with the nurse.
After they left, Luther turned on the TV. The live broadcast on the news was showing the Heath family
warlords' press conference. On TV, Ralph was bowing to the whole nation and apologizing.
Joyce stood by, dazzling in her military uniform, exquisite and peerless features, and outstanding
temperament. Even he couldn't help but be attracted, unable to take his eyes off her.
No wonder he didn't see her by his side when he woke up. It turned out that the warlords held an
emergency press conference to spread public opinion through the morning news as quickly as
possible, calm the situation immediately, and create good comments. It was indeed a wise move.
Looking at Joyce's stunning beauty on the TV screen.
He smiled slightly.
Thank God, he hadn't forgotten her or everything they had been through together. That was enough.
After the live broadcast ended.
Feet on the ground, he carefully got out of bed and walked step by step into the bathroom.
Due to excessive blood loss, the mirror showed a slightly pale handsome face.
He washed up, wiped himself down with a warm wet towel and cleaned himself up.
The press conference should be over, he thought. Joyce would come to see him as soon as possible,
and bring Anderson. He hadn't seen Andres for too long. He missed Andres so much.
He looked at himself in the mirror.
Suddenly, two nosebleeds flowed down unexpectedly. Without warning, without notice, he didn't even
realize it.
The fresh blood, drop by drop, fell into the white ceramic washbasin.
Gorgeous as blooming plum blossoms.
Strange, why did he suddenly have a nosebleed?
He pinched the bridge of his nose and tilted his head back to stop the bleeding. Looking at the ceiling,
he was stunned, a bad premonition flashed through his mind. Was it related to the drug Otis gave him?
Although it was eroding his body, there was no sign of it.
Faintly, not far away, Anderson's milk-sweet voice seemed to be heard.
"Which room is Daddy in? Is Daddy awake?"
Luther was startled. Joyce was bringing Anderson in.
He didn't want them to see him with a nosebleed, and didn't want Joyce to worry.
He hurriedly wiped the nosebleed clean, flushed the blood-stained tissues down the toilet.
And quickly cleaned the washbasin.
Worried that there would be a bloody smell, he even turned on the ventilation system.
After everything was done, the sound of the door opening came.