Chapter 240

The doctor led the special forces to come in front of the ward. He had a very handsome, mixed-race face, his expression brightening up at the moment he saw Nicole. He held up a hand and then lowered it consciously halfway as he walked toward Nicole. "We are ready. May I ask where the patient is?" Nicole looked back at the ward. "He is in there." The doctor nodded solemnly. "Got it." His Hustuaburgian accent was a little odd as if he seldom spoke the language. "Go ahead." Nicole nodded. The special forces soldiers saw how respectful the doctor was toward Nicole, and they all had a solemn look on their faces. The leading man gestured with a hand, and they all went into the ward. Half a minute later, they were carrying Mr. Riddle Sr, who was lying comatose, out of the ward without making a sound. Nicole was pleased to see that Mr. Riddle Sr. was undisturbed. The stretcher was fully unfolded, and all the vital signs-sustaining instruments were readily available. The scene had drawn