Chapter 132 She Is Pitiful

The cool white lights in the hospital hallway made everyone look pale. The middle-aged doctor was so frightened by the way Tristan looked that his legs turned jelly. "T-This is against the regulations. She's already—" "Regulations?" Tristan asked. Slowly, he straightened the doctor's collar that had been wrinkled by his grip. "Now, I am the regulations." He turned to Julian, who was completely frozen at the side, and said, "Get the hospital director here. Tell him that if Cressida doesn't make it out of this hospital alive today, he can kiss his position as the director goodbye tomorrow." Julian shuddered and nodded right away. "Yes, Mr. Leigh!" The doctor fell silent. He didn't dare to utter another word anymore. His hands were shaking. Finally, he turned to the nurse behind him and said, "Hurry. T-Transfer the patient to the ICU right now. Prepare all the equipment for resuscitation! The stretcher was wheeled over from the morgue, and it had a white sheet covering it. Trista