Luckily, the captain quickly turned the ship around and an ambulance arrived at the port.
However, when the stretcher carrying Livia was about to be taken, Mitchel stopped them. "Send Malva first!"
The doctors dared not disobey him, especially since this hospital was owned by the West Family.
When it was Livia’s turn, the doctors discovered she had lost consciousness. Her body was covered in wounds and there were signs she had almost suffocated.
They forcibly pried open her mouth, quickly extracting the blood from her oral cavity, then administered the fever-reducing medication.
Using tweezers, they carefully removed the shards of glass embedded in her body, piece by piece.
By morning, she was wheeled out of the emergency room and sent to the inpatient center.
Mitchel stayed by Malva’s side, sleepless through the night. When he saw Livia’s body wrapped in white gauze, a sense of confusion lingered in his heart.
"It’s just a fever. How could it lead to encephalitis? Why is her body all wrapped up like a mummy?”
He glared at the doctor. “What are you doctors even doing? What’s the point of the West Family supporting you all?"