Chapter 974 Can You Do Me a Favor?

As I shook my head slightly at Astoria, I said, "He’s not in a good state. When he wakes up, he is very likely to have another episode. Go find some rope, something sturdier." She paused for a moment, then quickly understood and hurriedly went out to look for rope. I got up from the ground, but my brain was still a bit dizzy from the brief lack of oxygen that I struggled to stand steadily. Lucas lay unconscious on the ground. Many parts of his body were injured from self-harm, looking all bloody and battered. Astoria returned quickly, bringing several ropes for safety. She looked at me and asked, "Ms. Scott, will these do?" I nodded, scanning the room. The layout with just four walls offered no fixed points to secure him. Realizing I intended to tie Lucas to something, Astoria suggested, "Should I bring up a heavier chair from downstairs?" "No need." The chairs in the room would suffice if we were to use a chair. However, I was worried that with Lucas’ strength, he would simply break the chair. After a moment of thought, I said, "Let's tie him to a chair in the room for now." His leg was missing, so even with his strength, he should not be able to cause too much damage. Astoria nodded, and together we lifted the unconscious Lucas and tied him to the chair. His self-inflicted wounds were frightening to look at. Astoria was a little scared and said, "Ms. Scott, shouldn't we get a doctor to look at him? Mr. Lucas might get an infection this way." I took a deep breath, nodded, and thought for a moment before saying, "I'll try to get a trustworthy doctor to come over. You can take care of the room for now." Lucas's breakdown had left the room in a mess, and Astoria quickly agreed. After leaving the room, I made a phone call. The phone was answered after two rings, and a woman's voice came through, "Yvette, I heard you went to Tully City. When are you coming back?" Not indulging in pleasantries, my tone was serious when I said, "Em, can you do me a favor?" There was a pause on the other end, then a more serious tone came, "What happened? Is something wrong?" Unable to detail Lucas's situation, I simply said, "I'm fine, but a friend of mine here in Tully City is in a bit of a situation. He came from the border, and his status is a bit sensitive. I need to find a trustworthy doctor for him." Hearing my request, Emily did not hesitate and said, "Okay, I'll figure something out. My parents are in Tully City. They’re retired, and they have a private doctor nearby. I'll have him come over to check." After a pause, she added, "Don't worry, Dr. Wacket has been working with our family for many years. He's very trustworthy and discreet." "Thank you!" I sighed in relief. I reached out to Emily because I knew she was reliable from my time spent with her over the years. Secondly, I knew her parents and their family businesses were based in Tully City. In this situation, the Sheldon family having a capable and trustworthy doctor was the best choice for us in Tully City in terms of timing and distance. After hanging up with Emily, I returned to the room. At this point, Astoria had already cleaned up the room. Seeing me enter, she asked, "Ms. Scott, did you get in touch with a doctor?" I nodded, glancing at Lucas, who was still unconscious and tied to the chair, and sighed softly, "A doctor should be arriving soon." As expected, the doctor arrived not long after. I was a bit taken aback to see a young man in casual clothes and gold-rimmed glasses standing outside the yard. Emily's family’s doctor seemed rather young. "Ms. Scott, hello. My name is Yaron Wacket. Ms. Emily contacted me just now, saying you urgently needed a doctor here. So, how can I assist you?" The tall man in front of me started speaking with a gentle smile on his face. I quickly regained my composure, nodded at him repeatedly, and said, "Hello, Dr. Wacket. Please come in." I led Yaron into the yard and immediately to Lucas's room. Seeing Lucas tied up in the room, Yaron was obviously startled. He seemed rather surprised by his patient's condition. I still briefly explained the situation. He smiled in response, did not ask further, and began to methodically check on Lucas with the instruments in his medical kit. Meanwhile, Astoria stood by my side, cautiously watching him examine Lucas, and whispered to me with some concern, "Ms. Scott, can we really trust this doctor? With all those injuries on Mr. Lucas..."