"Mr. Orwell, what's the result of the medical examination?"
Noticing that Brandon was being pushed out of the examination room, Gerald, who was waiting anxiously at the door, went up immediately so as to check on Brandon.
"It's not promising." Darwin shook his head as he handed the wheelchair to Gerald. Then Darwin leaned close to Gerald and whispered, "I have to call Mrs. Orwell."
Gerald thought, shit! But he managed to put on a calm front.
"Mr. Orwell, now let me wheel you back to your ward."
Brandon nodded, with his eyes closed.
At that moment, a petite figure appeared from the corner. It was Savanna! Then she rushed over and half-squatted in front of Brandon, who was in the wheelchair.
"Brandon, how is it? What did Dr. Sharp say?" She wanted to ask Darwin about Brandon's condition, but Darwin left the moment he was out of the examination room.