Chapter: 5978

Bruce Weston knew that Mark, as a chief surgeon, was the only one who could save his life in this kind of situation. He couldn't carry many professional equipment by himself, so it would be better for him to go to the hospital to find Mark.

So he instructed: "Mark, listen carefully, I need you to prepare a completely private treatment room right away, and make sure no other doctor besides you touches me. You prepare now, and I'll head over there too!"

Mark asked immediately: "Tell me what's going on roughly, so I can do some preparations here to avoid wasting time."

Bruce Weston hesitated for a moment before gathering his courage to say: "It's my little nephew... it's at least two or three times bigger than usual... I feel like it's about to go haywire..."

" Holy shit!" Mark exclaimed unconsciously: "Are you taking some weird medication?"

"I'm not," Bruce Weston replied hastily: "I haven't taken anything, but it suddenly feels like it's possessed me. Right now, I feel like a balloon that's being blown up to the extreme and might pop at any moment!"

"Shit!" Mark cursed and quickly said: "Hurry to the hospital, I'll prepare the examination room. If it really grows two or three times bigger as you say, we might be in for a disaster! You have to hurry, the faster the better!"

Bruce Weston was also shocked into trembles and exclaimed: "I'm off to go there now!"

He then hung up the phone and turned to Camila and another girl, saying: "Quick, help me put on some clothes and take me to Manhattan Hospital!"

"Camila said subconsciously: 'Warden, your current situation... it's probably impossible to put on pants right now...'"

Bruce Weston looked down and his heart was filled with desperation.

It was impossible to put on pants in this state, unless he directly grabbed a belt to hold them up.

Camila suddenly had an idea and said quickly: "Warden, why don't I give you a bathrobe instead?"

"Alright!" Bruce Weston agreed without hesitation, saying: "Hurry, hurry and get it for me!"

A few minutes later, the two world-class beauties wearing sunglasses and masks struggled to help Bruce Weston, who was hastily wrapped in a bathrobe, as they hurriedly left the room.

Bruce Weston's pain had not subsided at all, but he had to take steps again. Each time he took a step, he felt an unprecedented torture, as if countless needles were stabbing him mercilessly.

However, he was also very clear that under this situation, even if it hurt more, he had to grit his teeth and endure it. If he didn't, there was a high possibility that he would faint from the prolonged pain and be taken away by the two women to get emergency help, which would mean he wouldn't be able to stay in America afterwards.

At this moment, Bruce Weston unleashed an unprecedented strong willpower, gritting his teeth against the excruciating pain, and together with the two world-class beauties, he arrived at the underground garage.

Camila opened the door of Bruce Weston's car and drove him towards Manhattan Hospital under his guidance.

About ten minutes later, the car finally stopped in front of Manhattan Hospital, and Bruce Weston's good friend Mark had already prepared, waiting alone by the entrance with a wheelchair.

Seeing Bruce Weston's car pull up, he hurried over to open the door.

At this moment, Bruce Weston was curled up on the back seat, his entire body wracked with intense convulsions and retching. Mark didn't expect the situation to be so severe, and quickly pulled him out of the car.

Peering through the bathrobe, Mark saw the outline of Bruce Weston's figure and was immediately struck dumbfounded. He subconsciously asked, "Bruce, are you sure this isn't a joke?"

Bruce Weston's emotional collapse resulted in a loud cry: "Mark, it's not April Fool's Day today! I'm not in the mood to play tricks on my little brother. Please hurry and take me to the hospital to find a treatment room for me!"

Mark came back to his senses and quickly said, "Bruce, I didn't mean that. I just thought... I just thought this was too terrifying..." JrNovels.com