In the hospital, Chloe Simpson was still in a coma in the ward.
Outside the ward, Alexander Johnson sat on a chair in the hospital corridor, holding a stack of medical reports in his hand, flipping through them one by one.
A layer of force was subtly emanating from him, like a devil about to awaken from hell, frighteningly terrifying.
The surrounding doctors and nurses stood in front of him, not daring to make a sound.
His assistant, Jack Woods, also stood upright to the side, ready to take orders at any time.
Leading them was Tyler Howard, the director of Ansun Hospital, beads of sweat densely forming on his forehead as he bowed his head, constantly wiping away the sweat.
His hands were trembling non-stop, not daring to speak a word more.
The entire hospital was particularly quiet, so quiet that only the sound of Alexander Johnson flipping through the pages could be heard.
