Screeeeech!
Nora drove the jeep like it was a sports car, and rushed to the Hunt Corporation's Hospital Finest. She went straight to the VIP operating room.
Quentin had been placed on a stretcher and was being carried into the operating room.
Although the man was already 25 years old, perhaps because he had been living in the shadows all year round, he was pale and looked very much like a young teen.
However, the eyes of the man, who was somewhat of an eighth-grader and whose chin was always lifted high, were closed. His long eyelashes were covered in crusted blood.
His arms and legs on either side of his body were bent weirdly. It was obvious at first glance that someone had broken his bones.
The man's chest didn't move as he lay there, as though he wasn't even breathing anymore.
Nora couldn't catch her breath at that moment. She slowly came forward.
"He's still alive."
