Please Let Me Go novel Chapter 171

When Adelaide collected herself, Hanna had not been in the room, leaving only a large pool of blood on the ground.

She hurriedly took out her cell phone from her pocket. She had dexterous hands, but she dropped the cell phone to the ground, as if she couldn't use her hands deftly. She swallowed saliva, bit her lower lip, and stretched out her other hand to slap the "clumsy" hand that dropped the cell phone.

Shivering, she unlocked her mobile phone. The beads of sweat on her forehead dripped like raindrops on the bright screen. With her trembling hands, she gritted her teeth and gave Antonio a phone call with difficulty.

"She is receiving emergency treatment at the City Hospital!"

His voice was like a dose of sedative and she became less worried after hearing what he said. Her mind was already in turmoil, didn't know what to do because she was in a panic, and asked half crying, "Will Hanna die? What should I do? Shall I call Uncle Battle now?"

Antonio listened patiently to her. The more people became panicky, the easier it was for them to worry. As a man, he naturally had to shoulder the duty of comforting Adelaide. He smiled slightly, driving away the anxiety of Adelaide who was sitting on the ground like a spring breeze.

"It'll be fine. I've asked Bruno to pick you up. When you come, Miss Hanna will wake up."

He seldom smiled at ordinary times, and such an obvious smile was even rarer. In such a crisis, when her mind was in such a turmoil, his gentle smile eased Adelaide's inner uneasiness.

It had to be admitted that his deep and magnetic voice was like a lamp in the night, leading her out of the fog.

Soon, he hung up and gave Oscar a phone call out of caution, telling him to watch Channing and not let the news spread. He had a bad feeling. Intuitively, he felt that Channing had absolutely something to do with this incident. In order to prevent him from sneaking away...He frowned.

After he was sure that he had been prepared for anything that might happen, Adelaide stumbled to the emergency room. She came here from time to time, as if this place were half her home.

She was getting more and more dislike for this place.

When the light showing words "During the operation" was on, Adelaide had been walking around the door. She couldn't be relieved for a moment before it was announced that Hanna was out of danger. She kept asking Antonio if Hanna wouldn't regain consciousness, and Antonio always consoled her seriously that Hanna would be fine.

When Adelaide no longer believed his words and became more and more impatient, that light finally went out. Soon, several nurses pushed a medical trolley out, on which Hanna lay. Adelaide rushed there as quickly as a wind did.

Hanna's face was still pale and was having an intravenous drip. She lay on the medical trolley quietly. Without usual vigor and pride, she lay on there like a poor little thing, motionless. Only her faint breath proved that she was still alive.

"Hanna! Hanna!"

Adelaide called her twice in a low voice, as if she would disturbed her if she spoke louder.

The doctor also came out. He was so fat that the operating gown he wore was very tight. He unbuttoned the buttons with his hands quickly, exposing the shirt inside, and reaching out to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

"Hi, doctor. How's Miss Hanna, please?"

Antonio politely stepped forward, nodded slightly at him, and asked with a rather serious expression.