The Billionaire's True Heiress: From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 572

If the specialists thought he could hang on, they’d wait. If things looked bad at the consult, they’d have to jump into surgery right away. The paramedic’s assessment was grim—there was a real chance the patient might lose a limb.

“You don’t get to decide. Just go,” Claire said, her voice steady as she kept pressure on the wound. The bleeding had finally stopped, but they weren’t at the hospital yet. Claire rode in the back of the ambulance, a police car trailing them all the way.

Time was running out and Claire hadn’t even had a minute to fill Shirley and the others in. Thankfully, Shirley was glued to the police car through every twist and turn. She told the officers they were with Claire, and since Claire was on the ambulance, they had to follow, no arguments. The cops didn’t really have a choice. They let Shirley and her friends tag along in their car.

At the hospital, the medical team was already assembled. The Head of Orthopedics—Dr. Randall—stood waiting at the entrance, ready and alert. As soon as the paramedics rolled the stretcher out, Dr. Randall hurried over, stepping right into action.

“What’s the status?” he asked, not wasting a second.

The paramedic filled him in, making sure to mention how Claire had gotten the bleeding under control. Dr. Randall, with grey streaks in his hair, looked older than he really was. He couldn’t have been fifty yet, but his stress level said otherwise.

Unlike the paramedic, he stayed calm. He turned to Claire, offering her a handshake. “Hello, I’m Randall.”

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