Woodhull Private Hospital – ICU Hallway…
Dark Elf stood in a dark corner.
Gwen was rushed in on a stretcher and medics barked instructions and navigated the tight hallway with precision.
Dr. Rosen was at the helm.
Thanks to Emma, who made a call and promised to handle all the expenses, the doctor wasn't afraid to use the full limit of their medical technology.
"Third-degree burns, massive internal damage, possible respiratory complications… God, where do you find people with these kinds of injuries?"
Dr. Rosen muttered in exasperation.
She still hasn't forgotten about the masked vigilante that came here a some time ago.
The woman snapped her gloves into place.
"Oh, Emma… you want to overwork me, don't you?"
Her assistants didn't respond; they were too busy stabilizing Gwen's vitals.
Dr. Rosen shook her head as her expression darkened.
