It was the first time Callie met such an unreasonable patient.‘Alright.’ Callie didn’t bother arguing with her. ‘I’ll prescribe some painkillers for you, but please don’t take more than the recommended dose. If you feel the pain getting worse after taking the meds, please consult a doctor immediately.’Callie was about to write out a prescription when Mindy grabbed her hand. ‘Wait!’‘What is it now?’‘I don’t want painkillers.’Callie was exasperated.Mindy said, ‘I don’t want any of that over-the-counter stuff. The painkiller’s effect is too slow. I want an injection.’‘Miss, I can assure you—’‘And I can do it myself. Just give me some needles.’‘I’m afraid I can’t do that.’ Callie firmly refused. ‘Any intravenous drip requires a doctor’s prescription and must be administered by a registered nurse.’Callie had had enough of this woman.Maybe she was faking a stomachache.‘I’ll prescribe some pills for you.’‘Hey, is there something wrong with your ears? Why can’t you understand me?
Though she enjoyed having fun with different men, Mindy had always been careful, and nothing serious had ever happened.Except for that one time with that guy in the airport bar.A little carelessness led to her being impregnated, and now she had to suffer.Mindy glanced at the paper bag from the infirmary containing painkillers, syringes, needles, and cotton pads.She tossed away the painkillers and picked up the injection kit.She planned to extract the serum loaded with the new virus and inject it into Harriet, as soon as she found a chance to do it.With no antidote, Harriet would age rapidly and die of organ failure within a year.By then, Mindy would be long gone and no one could connect her to Harriet’s death.***‘Achoo!’Harriet sneezed at her desk.Was someone bad-mouthing her? she wondered.Probably Mindy.A soldier knocked on her door and walked in briskly. ‘Lieutenant Colonel Daniels.’‘Yes?’ She turned her gaze from the documents to the soldier.‘We’ve just received a cl
Harriet’s gaze was fixed on the young president.She couldn’t help but sigh with mixed feelings.This man was really amazing.Dwight, who was just about to leave, caught a glimpse of Harriet and couldn’t help but pause his footsteps as he asked, ‘You must be Harriet Daniels, aka Lieutenant Colonel Daniels, am I right? You’re the niece of General McCullough, aren’t you?’Honoured that the president knew her name, Harriet nodded profusely and saluted. ‘Yes, Mr President.’The smile on her face spread even wider.‘General McCullough speaks highly of you,’ Dwight said, before turning his gaze to Dylan. ‘General Sheppard, it’s good to see you again.’Dylan smiled and grabbed Dwight’s hand to shake it, but secretly added some force to his grip. ‘Mr. President.’Dwight could feel the force in his grip.He glanced at Dylan, then glanced over at Harriet who stood beside him, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smirk.Meanwhile, Wendy and Callie stood at the back of the crowd, trying
Dwight emerged from his room, accepting the black coat Carey, his bodyguard, handed him.He draped it over his shoulders and walked out.Dust danced in the air, mixed with the scents of petrol and gunpowder.Dwight nodded at passing soldiers who saluted him.The camp was similar to many others he’d visited, with one crucial difference.In this place lurked a ‘tiger’ with no morals, a man who forgot about citizens’ welfare, colluding with the enemy and secretly trafficking drugs and weapons.Dwight had observed this tiger for a long time.The problem?This tiger was strong, tough to eliminate.So, he instructed Dylan to work undercover with Carl, setting the stage to destroy the tiger completely.‘Mr President, dinner at the canteen now. National affairs after half an hour,’ Carey notified him.‘Alright.’As they walked, they passed the detention centre that held Elias.The setting sun painted the roof a majestic orange-red.Dwight cast a glance, a gloomy light flashing in his eyes bef
The unexpected visitors tried to be stealthy, but their boots clicking against the hard ground gave them away.‘Carey, go take care of them,’ Dwight ordered.‘Yes, Mr President.’Carey handed the umbrella to Dwight and swiftly moved toward the approaching group, all of whom were masked.Their fierce auras clashed with Carey’s stoic demeanour.Silence hung in the air until Carey engaged the enemy.His moves weren’t typical; punches aimed at temples, not chests.Facing six opponents, Carey showed no sign of disadvantage.A backflip and a head clash left two assailants writhing on the ground.Like a wolf on the hunt, his moves were aggressive and accurate.Meanwhile, Dwight, separated from the rain and the brawl, observed calmly.His umbrella shielded him as he watched Carey effortlessly handle the would-be assailants.Skilled as they were, compared to Carey, they were far inferior.Anyone trained by Dwight’s grandfather was extraordinary, and Carey was no exception.At the same time, Ca
In Dwight’s arms, Callie muttered, ‘Save Elias...Elias...’Dwight held her close, desperately urging her to stay awake.Callie, fading, continued to murmur, ‘Save...Elias...’‘Young lady, hang in there. I’ll take you to the infirmary right now!’As they moved, blood painted Callie’s white coat a vivid red, a tragic contrast in the dark night.Dwight issued another order. ‘Carey, go after the sniper!’Carey remained where he was. ‘No, Mr President. Your grandfather says I must be by your side at all times.’Dwight growled, ‘Carey, you take orders from me, not the old man. I’m ordering you to go after the sniper!’Reluctantly, Carey took off towards the two-storey building.Dwight ran through the rain, heading for the infirmary.Callie’s warm blood mixed with the cold rain, leaving a poignant trail behind.***At the same time the gunshot rang out, Elias’s heart skipped a beat without warning.Locked in that cold, dark room, he had grown accustomed to the surroundings, but never to the
Dwight, confused, wondered if the young woman was dead. ‘I thought abdominal gunshot wounds weren’t usually fatal…’Jamison tightened his grip, yelling, ‘She’s not dead! But she’s not far from it! I can’t remove the bullet because she’ll bleed out! And there’s no blood in the bank for her!’No blood for transfusion?‘How could this be?’ Dwight asked.Jamison couldn’t control his emotions. ‘You did this to her!’Carey, having failed to catch Scarecrow, rushed to the infirmary just in time to see a man about to attack the president.A powerful jab from him forced Jamison to release Dwight’s collar.Jamison staggered back, slumped against the wall.Blood trickled from his mouth.He paid it no attention, consumed by despair.Dwight blamed himself.Callie wasn’t obligated to save him, but she did.And now her blood was on his hands.Harriet arrived, seeing Dwight covered in blood but unharmed.She breathed out a huge sigh of relief.Then a thought hit her: if it was not Dwight’s blood on t
Carl’s face reddened with anger. ‘Didn’t you assure me everything would go smoothly?’‘I have no idea what went wrong,’ Mindy said defensively.The failed assassination bewildered her. ‘I had everything planned perfectly. There shouldn’t have been any issues.’‘Forget it.’ Carl shook his head. ‘I’m not blaming you. Later, I’ll visit Dwight with Dylan, and you clean up the mess. We can’t let Dwight trace this back to us.’‘I understand, Dad. I’ll handle it right away.’‘Remember, no traces, Mindy,’ he emphasised.A hint of dismay crossed her face.Who had sabotaged her flawless assassination plan?***Inside the operating room, Callie’s condition looked dire.Despite Dwight acting as her blood donor, providing a transfusion whenever needed, complications persisted during the surgery.The bullet lodged near her uterus caused fresh bleeding once removed, creating tension in the otherwise quiet operating room.Surgical instructions and the hum of machinery were the only sounds.Fortunatel