Don't Try to Escape, My Wife!

Chapter 195: Took the Initiative

All the doctors in the nursing home were trying to save Zoe, while Laurel was a bit nervous. At that moment, Mike came with the doctor.

 

"How's Laurel?”

 

"You just sent her here in time!"

 

Samuel quickly told him about Laurel.

 

The doctor who examined Laurel was quickly called out.

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The doctor was quite respectful to Mike when he saw him, and whispered, "Mrs. Green's report had some out. There are some toxins in her body. Although she hasn't taken something unusual for a long time, there are hidden dangers to her body. She must be too tired this time and her immunity is not so strong as ever, which triggers some unmentionable disease of the body. We will do our best to treat her.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

Samuel was now under siege. He really wanted him to be separated into many parts, so that he could take care of his beloved at the same time.

 

The doctors led the medical team into the operating room and began rescuing Laurel.

 

Mike hugged Samuel's shoulder and whispered, "I know you're not in the mood, but there's no use staying here. You're not a doctor, and you can't decide a lot of things. Let's go to the roof deck and have a smoke."

 

Samuel really stressed out these days. Hearing what Mike said, he asked Jacob to stay here and went to the roof with Mike.

 

There was a strong wind on the roof, but Samuel didn't seem to feel it.

 

For nearly 30 years he had been able to get everything he wanted, but five years ago when Nicole had an accident with her baby and his life had been changed.

 

He was really passive in such circumstance.

 

Mike lit a cigarette and handed it over.

 

Samuel took it and inhaled it so hard that he coughed and choked.

 

"Why? I haven't seen you for years. Don't tell me you quit smoking?"

 

"No.

 

Samuel coughed and took another puff.

 

The smell of nicotine soothed his heart somewhat.

 

He puffed out the smoke as if to spit out all the gloomy smells.

 

Mike lit a cigarette for himself, leaned against the corner of the roof, looked out into the sky, and whispered, "Allen has started action.”

 

"Is it? 1am afraid he wouldn't act.”

 

Samuel sneered, like a ghost from hell.

 

Until then, he had been grateful to Allen, but now he wished he had cut him to pieces.

 

That hypocrite!