Chapter 952

Stefan lay in the guest room of Carmine Pawnshop. His eyes were tightly closed, and his breathing was slow. He was still in a coma. "How long has he been in a coma?" Renee forcefully exerted her weak body and rushed to the man's bed before she asked in concern. Her eyes inevitably turned red the moment she saw Stefan. It was because she'd never seen him so weak before; it was as if anyone, even a three or four-year-old child, could kill him with great ease. "You guys are rescued together. It's already been three days." Quinton stood at the back with both hands in his pockets while making an honest reply. "Didn't you send him to the hospital? I'm sure a more professional hospital can save him, given his condition. "Why didn't you send him to the hospital?" Quinton explained, "The first thing I did was get some people to rush you guys to the hospital, but those doctors were out of options. They claimed that you guys were dying, so I spent a lot of money to get a professi