Just as Lydia was admiring the elevator doors, they suddenly opened.
Lydia was stunned when she saw Merrick.
Merrick was half-squatting in the elevator, clutching his head with both hands, looking as if he was in immense pain. He seemed too weak to even step out of the elevator.
Lydia quickly got up and ran over.
"President Lawrence, President Lawrence, what's wrong?"
Lydia frantically tried to support Merrick, only to notice that his forehead was already beaded with sweat, and his usually sharp, stern face had lost all color.
Lydia became even more flustered.
"President Lawrence, what's wrong? I'll call 911 right away."
As Lydia spoke, she looked around for her phone, only to realize she had left it on the coffee table in her rush.
She wanted to go get her phone, but Merrick grabbed her arm.
"Don't call 911, I'm fine."
"Then I'll call the secretary. She should know what to do."
Lydia tried to leave again, but Merrick held onto her hand tightly, refusing to let go.
