Winner Takes All novel Chapter 315

The night wind was cold.

Brent was lying on the front passenger seat, almost dying. He bled a lot, which made him very weak now.

Brent was sometimes conscious and sometimes dizzy.

He wanted to dissuade Jack from going to the hospital. There were many people in public. If Jack took him to the hospital, it might put Jack in danger.

But he didn’t say, because he knew it was useless to do that.

If Jack could really accept his advice, Jack would not have come back to save him just now, and would not have protected him and driven to get rid of the siege.

"I… How lucky I am…"

Facing the night wind, Brent looked pale, but he still showed a faint smile.

LJ hospital was the top hospital in the city. No matter day or night, the lights were always on in the hospital.

With the warning sound, ambulances came out or in from time to time.

"Creak!"

The broken Porsche 911 drifted to the hospital’s parking lot. After getting out of the car, Jack endured the great pain in his left arm and ran to the hospital emergency center with carrying Brent.

In the distance, a doctor saw them and quickly let someone to push the stretcher out.

After a while, Brent was taken to a casualty.

And, Jack was also sent to a casualty to deal with the gunshot wound in his left arm.

Although it was very late now, two people with such serious gunshot wounds had alarmed the whole LJ hospital.

When Jack was lying on the bed in the casualty, Director Lansing came to Jack in a hurry.

"Jack, what’s up?"

Director Lansing was very startled. Looking at the wound in Jack’s left arm, his eyes became deep.

"We had a very difficult situation, but I’ll let someone deal with it."

Jack knew what Director Lansing’s words and eyes meant and he forced a smile.

Director Lansing’s expression became softer and asked the doctor, in charge of saving Jack, about Jack’s condition.

His gunshot wound was really serious, but the bullet directly penetrated the arm, so it didn’t take much time to remove the cartridge case, which eased his injury a little bit.

After knowing that Jack’s life was not in danger, Director Lansing breathed a sigh of relief, "If something terrible happens to you, how can I explain to Steve and Amber?"

"Director Lansing, what about my friend?" Jack asked.

Hearing this, Director Lansing’s expression darkened.

The change of his expression made Jack’s heart sink down.

Director Lansing shook his head, "I’ve sent all the authoritative experts from various departments, and I’ll be there in a moment… but… We just have to trust to luck."

"We just have to trust to luck." This sentence let Jack’s heart sink down to the depths.

Brent…He did all this to save him.

Looking back at the scene, Jack felt extremely guilty and remorseful.

If it had not been for him, the tragic scene would not have happened.

Brent had been ready to die for Jack!

Seeing Director Lansing leave, Jack’s eyes twinkled. He suddenly thought of something and stopped Director Lansing.

"Director Lansing, don’t tell Amber about it. Amber has returned to her parents. I don’t want them to worry about me."

Director Lansing hesitated for two seconds and nodded, "I see."

The gunshot wound in his arm was quickly dealt with.

Jack was pushed to the VIP ward for recuperation.

The smell of disinfectant was very pungent.

The sound of the medical instruments reverberated in the ward.

Jack quietly looked at the night outside the window.

What happened tonight was a tremendous shock to him.

An assassination led to the fierce attack of the mercenary team.

The scene that should have only appeared in the film and television drama actually happened to him.

And now Brent was still in the emergency room.

Brent’s life and death depended on fate.

It made Jack extremely nervous. Although he was very tired and had been lying in bed now, he wasn’t sleepy.

"Brent, please get through it!"

Jack sighed heavily. Subconsciously, he touched his trouser pocket with his right hand, and he found an opened cigarette case.

After his mother died, he was addicted to alcohol and cigarette.

It was Yael’s persuasion and help that got him out of that state of depression.

But in the past few days, the tense assassinations and dangerous situations made him put the remaining half pack of cigarettes into his pocket again.

It was before he could light a cigarette that they suffered from this terrible thing.

"Click!"

Jack got out the lighter and lit a cigarette.

The smoke poured into his lungs, but it couldn’t hide his nervousness and anxiety.

It was false that cigarettes could relieve anxiety and fatigue.

It was just a kind of psychological comfort.

But at this time Jack could only ask for a little psychological comfort, because there was no other way to make Brent better.

Jack had a cigarette in his mouth and stared out of the window with s solemn expression.

At this point,

The door of the ward was opened.

A nurse came in pushing a cart with bottles on it.

"Mr. Hughes, I’m here to hang up the infusion bottle for you."

The female nurse wore a mask and her voice was gentle.

Jack was stunned for a moment, and slowly looked up at the infusion bottle that had been hanging on the bracket.

But he had already receiving an infusion.

As she prepared the infusion bottle, the nurse said to Jack, "That is anti-inflammatory. Now I’m holding nutrient solution and some infusion bottles that the doctor prescribed. They are good for your recovery."

"Well."

Jack nodded, had his cigarette and blew out a stream of smoke.

Jack was looking at the skilled female nurse hanging up infusion bottle. She needed to stand on tiptoe, so Jack saw that the nurse with white clothes got a curvy figure, extremely tempting.

From the perspective of Jack, she was very sexy.

Jack teased her, "Nurse, you’re in great shape!"

"Mr. Hughes, please behave yourself." The nurse’s delicate body trembled.

Jack shrugged his shoulders indifferently, took the cigarette butt out the corner of his mouth with his right hand, and said, "No, no, you’re really coquettish!"

The female nurse frowned, skillfully arranged the liquid tube, picked up the liquid needle and observed it.

Then she said in a deep voice, "Mr. Hughes, you are rich, but is it a big deal? Please respect the medical staff!"

Her words made no secret of her anger.

At the same time, the female nurse pointed the needle at the liquid tube and was ready to insert it.

Jack pursed his lips and laughed jokingly, "It’s a big deal to be rich. You are a beautiful woman with a good figure, but don’t you also kill people for money?"

For an instant,

The ward was so quiet that even the sound of the needle falling on the ground could be heard.

The air seemed to have plummeted to freezing point.

And the female nurse stopped her movement.

"Pa!"

Jack threw his cigarette butt directly to the nurse’s face.

At this moment, the smile on his face disappeared, his expression was gloomy and his eyes were cold.

"Medical workers do not allow patients to smoke. And I’ve been smoking for such a long time, but you don’t care about it after you came in. You’re too incompetent as a nurse!"

The female nurse trembled again.

Her eyes were immediately filled with cruelty and ferocity.

With a mask, she suddenly burst out an angry roar.

"Go to hell!"

Then,

Almost at the same time, the female nurse suddenly bent over and pressed her left hand on Jack’s chest. The liquid needle in her right hand flickered. Then, she wanted to stab the needle into one of Jack’s eyes.