The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 361

The numbers on the heart monitor looked bad. He’d been beaten within an inch of his life. Give it another couple days and he wouldn’t make it. The people from X Organization really were the worst.

Charlotte stepped up to the bed and pressed her fingers against the man’s wrist, her movements practiced and calm. She focused, searching for a pulse. After a few seconds, annoyance flickered in her eyes. She pulled her hand away, grabbed a flashlight from the bedside, and lifted his eyelid.

His eye was almost completely covered in bloodshot veins, and his face was swollen, puffed up like a balloon.

“Asclepius, my son…” The man in the black jacket was sweating, his voice trembling as he spoke. Charlotte cut him off before he could say more.

“Bring me every medication he’s taken recently.”

A nurse hurried forward and set a medical kit down in front of Charlotte. She was close enough to see Charlotte’s long lashes and bright, clear eyes, and she couldn’t help but stare. Wow, so good-looking. Her heart skipped a beat and her cheeks turned red as she said, “Asclepius, here are the meds.”

Charlotte noticed the nurse’s sudden blush and frowned, confused by the reaction.

She sifted through the boxes and bottles without much effort, coming to a conclusion almost immediately.

“The real problem isn’t the broken bones. It’s that he was given the wrong drugs.” Charlotte tossed a box back into the kit, took a disinfectant wipe from Jackson, and casually wiped her hands. “He inhaled some kind of unknown gas. It messes with the nervous system, makes your limbs weak.”

“When you brought him back, you treated him like he just had fractures. But in your panic, you gave him a bunch of the wrong medication too.”

So, if she wanted answers, she’d have to go to the casino herself? Charlotte just let out a cold laugh.

There really wasn’t any other option. She’d only get her eight hundred million if she saved him. Without figuring out what gas he’d breathed in, there was no way to treat him.

“Asclepius, what do we do next?” Jackson asked quietly, already guessing what she had in mind.

“From now on, no more meds. Just keep him on a nutrient drip,” Charlotte said, her voice sharp as she turned and headed for the door. “We’re going to the casino.”