The professor's face immediately turned deathly pale. He nervously swallowed repeatedly, called a nurse and whispered urgently, “Go! Get Director Hawthorn here! Bring the last remaining dose of that hemostatic medicine! It's a matter of life and death! Hurry!”
That hemostatic medicine was a secret formula passed down in our Jameson Family and there was one left in our generation. The medicine could pull back from the brink of death in critical moments.
A few minutes later, James rushed in from the outside with the medicine in his hand.
The professor rushed over to take it from him, but he shoved him aside.
“Professor Donovan, this is a lifesaving medicine! Mabel's ECG readings are all within normal range—is it really necessary to use such potent medication?”
Professor Donovan's voice trembled with urgency. "Director Hawthorn, the readings appear normal only because of the equipment! The young lady just suffered massive hemorrhaging! Hand over the medicine now! If we delay, she won't survive!”
James leaned forward and glanced at me. "If there is a severe hemorrhage, just get blood from the blood bank! You only think about this medicine when trouble hits—what good are you then?”