Chapter 5 Keep Him Alive

Deanna sighed, burdened by her worries. First, she called a towing company, gave them her location, and then contacted the traffic police.

Soon, both parties arrived. After briefly discussing the situation and realizing it had been privately settled, the traffic officer didn't say much.

Deanna watched as her car was towed away, feeling a pang of sadness.

"Miss Jones, please come with me to the police station to file a report," the traffic officer said.

Deanna nodded, taking her children's hands as they got into the police car. By the time everything was sorted and they returned home, it was already evening.

Meanwhile, Lance's car arrived at Hughes Apothecary.

His assistant, Xavier Nelson, got out first, opened the door, and, together with the driver, helped Lance inside.

As soon as they entered, Xavier urgently asked the receptionist, "Where is Old Hughes?"

The receptionist quickly came out and led them inside. "Old Hughes has been waiting for you. Please come in."

Lance was quickly brought into the room.

The room was decorated in a classic style, with a faint scent of sandalwood in the air, creating a calming atmosphere.

An elderly man, in his seventies or eighties, sat there. Despite his age, he was full of energy, with sharp eyes and an upright posture. He wore a traditional suit and was sipping coffee.

Xavier addressed him, "Old Hughes, Mr. Mercer has been injured, which has aggravated his old condition. We need your help."

Lance Mercer was barely conscious, having endured the pain throughout the journey, his eyes half-closed.

"Lay him down so I can take a look," Old Hughes instructed, setting his coffee cup aside.

Xavier carefully laid Lance on the bed. Old Hughes examined him closely.

After a while, he scolded, "Ridiculous! I warned you to be more careful, and now look at you! You must wanna die, don't you?"

"Is it serious?" Xavier asked worriedly.

Old Hughes shot him a sharp glance. "Would you believe me if I said it wasn't?"

Xavier, at a loss for words, was about to kneel in desperation. "Old Hughes, please, you must stabilize his condition. No matter what, he has to live!"

Old Hughes cast a cold glance at Xavier. "He's brought this upon himself. What do you expect me to do?"

Despite his harsh words, Old Hughes quickly got to work. He first stopped Lance's bleeding and then took out a needle kit to perform acupuncture on his chest.

After a long while, Old Hughes finished, left the room, and wrote a prescription at the front desk.

Handing it to the receptionist, he instructed, "Prepare this medicine. Boil it with three bowls of water until it reduces to one bowl."

An hour later, Lance woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Old Hughes and immediately understood what had happened.

"Old Hughes, your medical skills are truly remarkable. I seem to have woken up after just a short rest," Lance said hoarsely.

Old Hughes replied, "You're lucky. I happened to have a few rare herbs that counteract your old condition, which is why you recovered so quickly. Otherwise, you'd be in much worse shape."

Lance was taken aback. "Really? Rare herbs? What kind of herbs can have such an effect?"

In the past, whenever Lance's condition flared up, he'd come to Old Hughes for treatment, but he'd never experienced such quick results.