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“How is she?” Sean pushed his way through the crowd of nurses. The nurses in another room seemed to be chasing him because the wound on his arm had not been bandaged.

The doctors and nurses in charge of Renee turned their heads simultaneously and were slightly stunned when they realized that at the emergency room door, stood the figure of an extraordinarily handsome man, wearing a white shirt covered in blood and looking so angry.

“How is she?” once again Sean asked, with a slight scream.

Doctor Rian, who was in charge there, was well aware of Sean's reputation for being so cruel and hot-tempered—after all, that man was the owner of this hospital. He walked over to Sean and tried to explain, “She's fine, Mr. Sean, we've sewn up the wound on her head. But she's lost a lot of blood and we are currently looking for blood from a nearby provider.”

“Find that blood, Roger!” Sean yelled at Roger, who had actually been standing behind him. “He will help find