American Scandal King

Chapter 97 Come to life
In the ambulance, everyone looked at Ian in surprise.

what's the situation?
How did the bullet come out by itself?
After a while, the doctor finally came to his senses and exclaimed, "That's great, but you still need a waiver to continue treatment."

Lian Na nodded repeatedly: "I will sign it."

Everything that should and can be done has been done, and now all that is left is to wait.

Time was so long, and every second that passed brought Gaskell closer to death.

Ian and Lena were both in agony, but the hum of the ambulance seemed to have no end.

It was almost twenty minutes, and they still hadn't arrived at the hospital.

Ian couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?"

A doctor replied: "Bernard Private Hospital."

Ian frowned. "Shouldn't Feather Holy Cross Hospital be closer? And that hospital is better at treating gunshot wounds."

The doctor was stunned for a moment and said, "There's a traffic jam in that direction."

"Really?" Ian muttered softly.

As an experienced paparazzi, Ian could easily tell that there was something wrong with the doctor's attitude.

He feels guilty!
But now he said nothing, just waited quietly.

The inner torment and anxiety became more and more intense. Ian hugged the crying Lena and just stared at Gaskell.

Finally, after another ten minutes, the ambulance arrived at Bernard Hospital.

The emergency doctor and nurse had already carried Gaskell into the hospital. A fat doctor shouted, "Check immediately to see where the bullet is."

Ian showed the deformed bullet and said, "The bullet is out."

The fat doctor looked at the bullet in astonishment, then said, "We still need to take an X-ray."

Ian said, "You'd better hurry up, you've been delayed for too long on the road."

Watching Gaskell being sent to the emergency room, Ian and Lena were waiting anxiously outside.

Lena, with a pale face, leaned in Ian's arms, sobbing softly from time to time.

Although she liked Ian, Lena still loved Gaskell, and the thought that her husband might leave her made Lena's heart ache.

Two hours later, the fat doctor finally came out of the emergency room.

He took off his mask and said, "He's doing well. The bullet missed the lethal area, and the bullet's kinetic energy was insufficient. The hard skull weakened its impact, so it didn't cause much internal damage. The only problem was removing the bullet, but for some reason it fell out on its own. He'll recover after some rest, but I'm not sure if there will be any sequelae. He might have damaged his nerves."

Lian Na breathed a sigh of relief: "This is really great."

"Please follow me to complete the admission procedures." A nurse said softly.

After watching them leave, Ian thought for a moment, then stepped aside and made a phone call: "Krips, it's me. There was a shooting three hours ago... Yes, I want you to find out who did it and why."

The shooting was clearly not directed at Gaskell or Ian.

The old man was an innocent victim.

Kreps quickly responded, "Okay boss, any more?"

Ian thought for a moment and said, "Check if there's any traffic jam on the road from Montecito to Feather Holy Cross Hospital."

"clear."

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In the ward, Ian sat next to Gaskell.

The old man is still in a coma.

Lena held Gaskell's hand and whispered, "I won't tell anyone."

"Huh?" Ian looked at Lena in surprise.

A smile appeared on Lian Na's face: "I know you took out the bullet... although I don't understand how you did it." Ian looked at her in surprise: "Why do you think so?"

Lian Na said softly, "Because I know you, Ian. You asked the doctor if it was possible without a craniotomy, and then the next second you picked up the bullet."

Ian shook his head slightly: "It's just a coincidence."

Lian Na smiled: "When you lie, the corners of your eyes will roll up. Now I have confirmed it."

Ian: "..."

Lian Na continued to look at her husband. She said softly, "I understand your hesitation. I won't tell you. If you don't want me to know, I can believe that the bullet fell out on its own. Miracles of life always exist, right?"

Ian smiled.

He kissed Lena lightly and said, "This is indeed the best answer."

Lianna replied softly, "But I'm not sure I'll tell Gaskell... I'm not used to lying to him."

Ian: "..."

After thinking for a moment, he smiled and said, "You can try saying I brought a magnet and sucked it out."

Lianna rolled her eyes. "That sounds good. I hope he's stupid enough to believe it."

"Isn't that a miracle of life?" Ian asked.

Lena smiled.

She hugged Ian and gave him a sweet kiss.

Just then, there was a noise outside the ward.

When Ian walked out of the ward, he saw several reporters rushing over and some even planned to rush into the ward to take pictures.

Ian grabbed the other person and shouted, "Get out of here, you damn reporters who drink human blood! The patient is still in a coma, don't disturb him!"

The reporter looked at Ian in surprise: "Ian Carl? Oh, Fuck! Why you again? You always manage to get ahead of everyone else!"

Several reporters left wailing.

With Ian Carr around, there was no way they would have exclusive coverage.

Lian Na walked out of the ward and looked at Ian worriedly: "Will you report this?"

Ian hugged Lianna and kissed her face gently: "Of course not, baby."

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At dusk, Ian received a message from Kreps.

The shooting was carried out by MS13 members. It seemed that they had a conflict with others over a certain transaction, and then these daring guys rushed to Montecito to kill people.

You have to know that this is a wealthy area and the police are very good at protecting it.

Gangs are sometimes so lawless.

As for the route from Montecito to Feather Holy Cross Hospital, Kreps confirmed: there was no traffic.

Ian was silent for a long time at this answer.

He asked, "Why did the ambulance take the long way around? Krips, can you tell me the answer?"

Kreps laughed. "I do know. Did you know that health insurance pays far more for the living than for the dead? After all, only the living generate a constant stream of medical expenses. And emergency care is sometimes a race against time, so insurance companies sometimes pay for ambulances to take longer routes, delaying treatment and increasing the death rate."

"Whoa." Ian whistled.

Then he said, "Sink those bastards in the ambulance into the river, but before that, I want proof that they're paid off by the insurance company."

He doesn't need to do this himself, just leave it to Kreps.

"Okay, boss." Kreps agreed readily.

(End of this chapter)