Chloe Simpson instinctively exclaimed!
The needle was stuck in Alexander Johnson's tightly clenched palm, and blood was dripping down.
No one knew if it was the blood of the man with HIV in the syringe, or if it was blood from the needle piercing Alexander Johnson's hand.
"Young Mister Johnson!"
"Young Mister Johnson!"
The doctors and nurses all exclaimed in unison.
Everyone's face turned pale, devoid of any color.
This was the heir of the wealthiest family in the Capital Circle.
Raised with privilege by the Johnson Family, held dearly at its heart.
He was also currently Ansun Hospital's biggest benefactor.
And now, such an accident occurred.
It's over!
If something really happened to Alexander Johnson, the whole Ansun Hospital would be finished!
Standing in the crowd was Mason Yates, the director of the Respiratory Department, who quickly called Tyler Howard.
"Dean, there's a problem! Something happened to Young Mister Johnson..."
