Yancy Hastings frowned deeply, expressing the desire to see the deceased one last time.
The doctor agreed.
The emergency room was filled with the stench of blood, and Yancy Hastings walked inside to look at Charles Northwood on the operating table.
He had been processed so that he no longer looked so terrifying.
Such a young man, no one expected his end would be like this.
Yancy Hastings saluted, turned, and left.
After receiving Yancy Hastings' call, Maxwell Peary immediately rushed to the hospital.
Upon entering the hospital, he saw Nia Mitchell sitting alone on the hospital bench, looking so heartbroken.
"Nia."
Maxwell Peary immediately ran over, hugging her tightly.
"Sob, sob, sob..."
Hearing Maxwell Peary's voice, feeling Maxwell Peary's warmth, Nia Mitchell couldn't hold back her tears anymore.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay..."
Maxwell Peary reached out to pat her back, trying to comfort her, yet he couldn't find the words.
