Chapter 900

More than an hour had passed when a middle-aged couple arrived, both looking incredibly anxious. "Mr. Mae! Mr. Mae!" Before they could even get close, a crowd rushed forward to greet them. "How's my daughter? Is she still in danger?" Wilson demanded, his gaze sweeping across the room, his impatience clear. Beside him, his wife stood teary-eyed, on the verge of breaking down. At that moment, a man in a suit stepped forward. "Mr. Mae, I'm Gavin Ford, the hospital's director. Your daughter is still in surgery. The lead surgeon is Dr. Colin Johnson from Shoresea City. He's the best we have—" "Cut the nonsense! I asked how my daughter is doing!" Wilson interrupted, waving his hand in frustration, his voice tense with barely contained rage. The crowd fell silent, feeling the intensity of his fury, like a volcano on the brink of eruption. "Dr. Johnson is still operating on her, and we don't know her condition yet," Gavin stammered. "Don't know? And you call yourself the hospital dire