Tristan lifted his wrist and glanced at his watch, "From waiting for you to show up, to listening to all this nonsense you've said, it's already been five minutes. Is there anything else you want to say?"
Charles shrugged, "I've said everything that needed to be said."
Tristan put both hands in his pockets, turned around, and entered the hospital.
Both sides knew that it was not the time to take action.
For Charles, he had other options. By now, the poison had taken effect on Linch, and he held the antidote in his hand. If Tristan couldn't save Linch, then naturally, there was only one choice left - to accept the fate.
If Tristan could really save Linch, then it wouldn't be too late to take action later.
Charles, accompanied by four Heaven tier experts, waited outside the hospital.
Inside the hospital, in the emergency room, Travis followed Tristan's instructions and didn't dare to make any reckless moves.