Chapter 361
The numbers on the heart monitor looked bad. He’d been beaten within an inch of his life. Give it another couple days and he wouldn’t make it. The people from X Organization really were the worst.
Charlotte stepped up to the bed and pressed her fingers against the man’s wrist, her movements practiced and calm. She focused, searching for a pulse. After a few seconds, annoyance flickered in her eyes. She pulled her hand away, grabbed a flashlight from the bedside, and lifted his eyelid.
His eye was almost completely covered in bloodshot veins, and his face was swollen, puffed up like a balloon.
“Asclepius, my son The man in the black jacket was sweating, his voice trembling as he spoke. Charlotte cut him off before he could say more.
“Bring me every medication he’s taken recently.”
A nurse hurried forward and set a medical kit down in front of Charlotte. She was close enough to see Charlotte’s long lashes and bright, clear eyes, and she couldn’t help but stare. Wow, so good-looking. Her heart skipped a beat and her cheeks turned red as she said, “Asclepius, here are the meds.”
Charlotte noticed the nurse’s sudden blush and frowned, confused by the reaction.
She sifted through the boxes and bottles without much effort, coming to a conclusion almost immediately.
“The real problem isn’t the broken bones. It’s that he was given the wrong drugs.” Charlotte tossed a box back into the kit, took a disinfectant wipe from Jackson, and casually wiped her hands. “He inhaled some kind of unknown gas. It messes with the nervous system, makes your limbs weak.”
“When you brought him back, you treated him like he just had fractures. But in your panic, you gave him a bunch of the wrong medication too.”
At this, the doctors standing by the door dropped their heads, embarrassed. No wonder they called Asclepius a miracle worker. She saw everything they missed.
“Asclepius, what do we do now? Is there still hope for my son?” the man asked, his voice shaking with worry Patton had been given more critical notices than he could count. He had tried everything to get Asclepius here. If not even she could help,
there was nothing left to try.
“There’s hope,” Charlotte answered, her tone lazy and cool. “But I need to know exactly what kind of gas he inhaled.”
Gas? The man in the black jacket hesitated, his face turning pale. “He was like this when they brought him back. It must have happened at the casino.”
But then reality hit.
“Asclepius, I can’t go back to X Organization’s turf. Isn’t there another way?” The man looked desperate. Crossing X Organization in Apex was as good as signing your own death warrant. Word was, their boss had shown up in person to deal with the fallout. Patton was lucky he’d only been drunk and smashed up the casino a bit if he’d
angled
with the wrong people, he wouldn’t be lying here now, waiting for Asclepius.
So, if she wanted answers, she’d have to go to the casino herself? Charlotte just let
out a cold laugh.
There really wasn’t any other option.
She’d only get her eight hundred million if she saved him Without figuring out what gas he’d breatheds in th there was no way to treat him.
“Asclepius, what do we do next?” Jackson asked quietly, already guessing what she had in mind.
“From now on, no more meds. Just keep him on a nutrient drip,” Charlotte said, her voice sharp as she turned and headed for the door. “We’re going to the casino.”