Mr. Marsh’s Twins

So for now, the matter of regaining his memory was put on hold.

“Okay, thank you,” Spencer said, a bit disheartened, as he approached Dr. Watson. He took the medical record from the desk and said, “Dr. Watson, I came to see you today, please keep this between us. I don’t want anyone to know, especially not my brother.”

Rowan picked up his tea cup, drank calmly, and nodded. “You can trust me. I won’t mention it,” he said as he put down the cup and looked at Spencer.

The two men’s eyes met, and Spencer thanked him again before turning to leave.

At that moment, the ambulance team arrived downstairs to take care of Summer, comprised of doctors and nurses.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

From their description, they tentatively concluded that she might have ingested something, leading to poisoning.

The car carrying Summer raced towards them, running two red lights.

Harlan, in the car, was in a hurry, urging, “Can you drive faster? Even faster??” as if he wanted the car to turn into a rocket.

“Safety first!” Elisa, trying to keep some rationality, said, “We’re already going fast. Summer, you have to hold on.”

Summer leaned against Harlan, sweating on her forehead, her brows furrowed and her hand on her stomach, looking like she was in unbearable pain. “It hurts…”

“Summer, just hold on a little longer. We’ll be at the hospital soon!” Elisa firmly held her hand, afraid of a severe problem, “Where else does it hurt? Can you describe it?” to convey to the doctor later.

But Summer was weak and couldn’t speak; she was panting heavily.

When the car arrived at the hospital, Harlan got out and quickly carried Summer, who was about to faint, out of the car.

Medical personnel hurried to help, assist Summer off the car and gently onto the stretcher, as Elisa quickly explained her condition to the doctor.

The doctor said her condition was not optimistic and she needed to be taken to the emergency room immediately.

At that moment, Spencer happened to walk out of the hospital lobby. With one glance, he saw everything-the girl lying on the stretcher, as well as Elisa, Harlan, and a few staff members.

It was Summer!

What happened to Summer?!

Spencer’s pupils widened in disbelief as he grabbed the medical record and ran over-“Summer! Summer, what happened?!” He pushed Harlan aside, grabbed the stretcher, and stared in disbelief at the pale-faced girl and the doctors pushing the stretcher rapidly towards the lobby.

“Spencer…” Elisa, teary-eyed, finally saw a glimmer of hope.

“What happened to her?! What happened?!” Spencer asked as he ran, every cell in his body taut. “Why is this happening? Why?!”

Harlan, who had been pushed away, finally stood firm and, watching the stretcher being pushed further away, was truly speechless.

“I don’t know either. Summer suddenly became like this before filming,” Elisa, still shaken, said, her mind blank. “The doctor said her condition is not optimistic and she needs to be taken to the emergency room immediately.”

In the elevator, Spencer quickly called Rowan’s private number!

He frantically and nervously told Rowan about the situation here.

Rowan quickly prepared and went to the emergency room in the first instance, judging from his description that the situation was serious.

Rowan arrived at the emergency room door almost at the same time as them.

“Dean,” the medical personnel greeted him.

Rowan took over the stretcher. “Wait outside!” He gave Spencer a firm look and quickly pushed Summer inside.

All the medical staff followed suit.

Spencer looked at the closed door, his mind completely blank, still tightly holding the file bag containing Summer’s medical record.