Chapter 120: Chapter 120: Daddy, Are You Crying?
Timmy Monroe looked at Ivana Monroe lying on the stretcher and cried, "Mommy lost so much blood, Mommy looks so pale, Mommy’s condition isn’t good."
The words of the medical staff scared Timmy Monroe. The little boy said it all in one breath; at this moment, he was undoubtedly panicked and helpless, seeing the person closest and most important to him lying on the stretcher, yet powerless to do anything, unable to do anything but be nervous and scared.
Leon Keane felt a wave of panic in his heart, followed by an inexplicable ache, like the last time when Ivana Monroe was kidnapped and her back was slashed by a lunatic.
"Timmy is a little man. Stay strong and be by Mommy’s side, okay? Daddy will be at the hospital soon."
"Okay, Timmy will stay strong and wait for Daddy to come."
The little boy heard Leon’s words, lifted his small hand, and forcefully wiped away the tears in his eyes, his tear-reddened black eyes showing an unusually resolute determination.
Leon Keane rushed out of the office and into the underground parking lot. With his foot on the accelerator, his hands on the steering wheel were trembling continuously, full of images of Ivana Monroe’s current wounded state.
About a quarter of an hour.
Leon Keane arrived at the hospital Timmy Monroe had reported, opened the car door, and rushed inside. Grabbing a nurse in a white coat, he asked urgently, "Which emergency room is the woman brought in by the ambulance from the car accident? Take me there."
The young nurse noticed Leon Keane’s extraordinarily handsome features, flashed with amazement in her eyes but was frightened by Leon’s chilling demeanor, causing her face to go pale: "I saw a woman brought in on a stretcher just now, but I’m not sure if it’s who you are talking about."
Leon Keane’s heart tightened, he said again, "Take me there."
The young nurse led Leon Keane to the emergency room.
At this time, several doctors were surrounding the stretcher in the emergency room. Leon Keane took a stride forward, seeing the person lying on the stretcher with legs bloodied and covered by a white cloth over the upper body and face, his legs went weak, his eyes instantly reddened, and he knelt beside the person,
his hoarse voice painfully said, "Ivana..."
The doctor nearby saw Leon Keane in utter grief, sighed, and said, "She came in already without breath, couldn’t be saved, sir, please accept the situation."
Leon Keane seemed stimulated, suddenly stood up, turned and grabbed the doctor’s neck, his eyes crimson with anger: "What do you mean couldn’t be saved? I don’t believe it, clearly, it’s your incompetence, you quack, call your hospital’s best surgery expert for me. If you don’t bring her back to life today, I will have you all buried with her."
The doctor being choked was in immense pain, his face turning liver color, looking at Leon Keane in terror.
The other doctors and nurses were also scared by Leon Keane. Male doctors attempted to pull Leon off, but Leon’s strength was so great that the more they pulled, the harder Leon choked.
"Family of the deceased, calm down a bit, please let go of our doctor. We understand your pain, but you must understand us too as doctors; she had already been dead for a while when she arrived. We are not gods, we have no way to bring people back to life!"
"Yes! Yes! Sir, please let go, Dr. Tate is almost suffocated by you."
"If this continues, Dr. Tate will really be doomed, call security, quickly call security over."
This family member has gone mad, they simply couldn’t stop a madman. Luckily, security personnel with military and martial arts training could come over and rescue Dr. Tate from the madman’s hand.
"Did you hear what I said? Call for the best expert immediately to perform surgery on Ivana, she’s still alive, she’s still alive, did you hear me?" Leon’s face was gloomy, pressing Dr. Tate close to death, shouting at all the doctors.
A little boy from next door ran over and seeing Leon acting mad, strangling the doctor, he stood shocked, wide-eyed.
What is Uncle Kane doing?
Timmy Monroe ran toward Leon, trying to persuade him to stop, but a nurse held him in her arms: "Little one, don’t go over, he’s crazy and violent, he might hurt you."
Timmy Monroe struggled in the nurse’s embrace: "Nurse sister, put me down, he won’t hurt me, he’s my Daddy."
The nurse was dumbfounded, glanced at Timmy Monroe’s little face and the madman about to strangle Dr. Tate—indeed, they were carved from the same mold.
Timmy Monroe broke free from the nurse and ran to Leon’s side: "Daddy, Daddy, let go quickly, don’t keep strangling the doctor. Mommy will get upset if she knows you’re causing trouble at the hospital."
The doctors saw Leon’s son come over, the little boy, only a few years old, could speak such sensible words to persuade his furious father, and they felt a myriad of emotions.
At the moment Leon released Dr. Tate’s neck, Dr. Tate was in tears of relief; he was intensely grateful to this sensible little one—it was Timmy Monroe who saved his life!
Timmy Monroe’s appearance brought back Leon’s reason. He squatted down, hugged the little boy tightly, tears from his black eyes suddenly pouring down: "Sorry, Timmy, Daddy arrived late."
Timmy Monroe felt Leon’s strong body trembling, he furrowed his small brows: "No! Mommy and I just arrived at the hospital, Daddy, are you crying?"
The nurse suddenly remembered, this little boy is the son of the woman from the neighboring emergency room. She also rushed over upon hearing the commotion: "Sir, you’ve got it wrong, your family is in the adjacent room; she only has a cut on her forehead and needs to get an X-ray, and be hospitalized for observations."
What?
Just a cut on the forehead?
Leon secretly wiped away his tears, released the little boy from his arms, faced the little boy’s curious gaze, and coughed, "Daddy isn’t crying, how could Daddy cry? It’s just that seeing Timmy made me a bit emotional."
Timmy Monroe blinked, is that so?
"But Daddy, why were you strangling the doctor just now?"
Leon Keane’s handsome face showed a bit of discomfort, he glanced at the redness on Dr. Tate’s neck, his black eyes filled with apology: "I’m sorry, I got it wrong and hurt you, I’ll compensate for your mental loss."
Dr. Tate’s eyes were teary; he didn’t want to be a doctor anymore; the profession was too dangerous, beaten when unable to save, beaten when arriving at the hospital already dead, beaten when mistaking the deceased.
Dr. Tate feared he might die in the hospital.
"No need, no need, you family members, next time when you come to the hospital, if you could first understand the situation and stay rational, I’d thank the heavens."
Dr. Tate then said to Timmy Monroe, "Little one, you’re amazing, you saved the doctor’s life."
Leon Keane’s black eyes drifted, pursed his thin lips, not speaking.
Timmy Monroe bowed to Dr. Tate: "Sorry! Doctor, please forgive my Daddy, I will also supervise Daddy in the future, not letting him randomly hurt good people."