Chapter 171: Chapter 171: Sent to the Hospital
The manager watched Young Master Prescott’s hurried footsteps, feeling a deep sense of unease in his heart.
He always had a knack for spotting couples instantly.
But these two were like fire and water, how could they be a pair?
His mistake in words might cost him his job.
"Manager!" The new waiter came over with a serious expression and asked, "Do you want me to call the police?"
"Don’t worry, the police car isn’t as fast as Warren’s car."
The newbie looked puzzled: "No, Manager, I’m asking about the fact they’re not paying the bill. Should I call the police?"
"Thunk—"
The manager mercilessly flicked him on the head.
"Pay for what? This KTV belongs to your Warren!"
The newbie’s eyes widened: "Then why were they talking about paying the bill just now..."
"Idiot! That’s just a little couple’s act! Now go back to work."
"Yes..."
The newbie walked away rubbing his head, and the manager, equally dejected, wondered whether he could keep his job.
Meanwhile.
When Warren Prescott carried Ashley Shaw out, Assistant Lowell was still waiting for the car.
He usually drove the Prescott Family or company’s cars. Since his day off hadn’t ended, he didn’t have the privilege to use the Prescott Family’s vehicle.
Upon seeing Warren carrying Ashley out, he immediately put aside his arriving taxi and quickly approached them.
"Mr. Prescott Jr., what’s wrong with Miss Shaw?"
"Don’t ask so many questions, just go start the car! The keys are in the car."
"Yes!"
Assistant Lowell indeed asked no more questions, quickly circled to the other side of the Maybach, and got in the car.
Upon hearing the rear door open and close, he immediately hit the gas pedal.
"Head to the nearest hospital."
"Yes."
Actually, even without Warren’s words, he knew they needed to head to the hospital.
The car raced along, and Assistant Lowell’s driving skills had significantly improved lately.
Driving Warren’s car had one advantage: just drive without worrying about the traffic lights.
On the way, Warren directly contacted the director of the central hospital, so as soon as the car reached the hospital entrance, a stretcher had already been prepared at the door.
"Young Master Prescott, what’s the patient’s condition?"
The emergency doctor inquired about the condition as he ran alongside the stretcher.
"She should be drunk."
The doctor’s steps halted abruptly, nearly stumbling and falling.
"D-drunk?"
He thought it was something serious, and even had the operating room prepared.
Warren read the doctor’s expression and threw him a cold gaze.
"So what if she’s drunk? People can die from alcohol too."
The doctor hurriedly nodded in agreement: "Yes, indeed, there are cases where people die from heavy drinking."
Warren’s gaze became even colder.
"Are you cursing her?"
"N-no, I didn’t mean it that way."
Assistant Lowell internally sympathized with the doctor.
It wasn’t that the doctor didn’t know how to speak, but when Warren was really anxious, he scolded anyone.
Though he seemed to argue back with you, in truth, his mind was in chaos.
This might be his way of venting emotions.
After spending some time, Assistant Lowell understood Warren’s temper.
Warren was lashing out at everyone now, not because he had issues with the doctor, but because he was in a frenzy of worry.
Assistant Lowell reminded Warren on the side: "Mr. Prescott Jr., saving her is the priority."
Only then did Warren forcefully swallow his words.
He was indeed too anxious by now.
Especially upon hearing the doctor’s words, "there are cases of death from drinking," in that moment, he almost had the urge to kill.
Very soon, Ashley Shaw was taken into the emergency room.
As the doctor drew blood from Ashley Shaw, he inquired of Warren: "Does the patient have any serious medical history or allergic medications?"
"No serious medical history, allergies... I don’t really know."
"Alright."
Quickly, three full tubes of blood were drawn, and Ashley Shaw was wheeled away for more detailed checks.
After a round of examinations, the doctor’s face was grave as he approached Warren.
"Young Master Prescott, I know I don’t have the status to say this to you, but as a doctor, there are things I must say."
By this time, Warren had calmed down. He nodded and said, "Please, go ahead."
The use of "please" gave the doctor more confidence.
"I know young people like to have fun, but no matter how much you enjoy playing, she already has a concussion. How could she still drink hard liquor? Fortunately, she was sent in time, or else it could have ended badly."
Warren’s eyes filled with bewilderment.
"Concussion?"
When did Ashley Shaw have a concussion?
Did he provoke that?
But a concussion ought to be from hitting the head against something hard, right?
Then Assistant Lowell, standing by, suddenly slapped his forehead and explained to him: "It was at the Hayes Family’s place, back then, my cousin Hailey Hayes... That’s the girl who got sent to the police car, who tried to act against Miss Grant. Miss Shaw rushed up to slap Hailey. Hailey’s father, Kevin Hayes, got anxious and pushed Miss Shaw. That’s when Miss Shaw fell to the ground, hitting her head."
Warren’s gaze turned cold and grim.
"Why didn’t you tell me about this?"
"I, I did say something, just not in detail. And Miss Shaw, though dazed from the fall, quickly recovered, so I didn’t think about her getting a concussion."
Assistant Lowell, speaking his part, bowed his head to admit fault: "It’s all my fault, Mr. Prescott Jr., you can punish me however you like..."
Right now, Warren didn’t have the time or mind to talk about punishment. He looked up at the doctor and asked, "Sorry, we weren’t careful. How is she now?"
"She hasn’t woken up yet, the nurse is already giving her an IV to replenish fluids and detoxify the alcohol."
"As for the concussion, currently, it doesn’t seem severe, but the final decision depends on her condition after she wakes up."
"Of course, if she doesn’t experience any discomfort, just rest quietly on the bed without any treatment needed."
After listening carefully, Warren nodded.
"Thank you."
After saying this, he added, "Sorry, doctor, I was a bit harsh earlier. I was just too anxious."
The doctor was more startled by Warren’s apology than his earlier outburst, but from then on, he took even more meticulous care of Ashley Shaw than initially.
"Alright, now all we need is for her to wake up. Once she does, ring the bell and I’ll come. By the way, it would be best to prepare some porridge. After waking up, she might throw up and then feel hungry. Don’t let her stomach stay empty."
"Okay. Thank you."
The doctor said, "That’s what I’m here for," and then he left the room.
Assistant Lowell promptly said, "I’ll go buy porridge."
"Mark."
Warren, however, stopped Assistant Lowell, staring at him intently, "Regarding the Hayes Family’s issue, how do you think it should be handled?"
Assistant Lowell’s shoulders shrugged but soon regained composure.
"As a relative of the Hayes Family, my personal preference would be that you show leniency."
"But as your assistant and Miss Shaw’s friend, I certainly think the stricter the approach, the better."
"However, the decision on how to handle this doesn’t rest with me, but with Miss Shaw. She is the victim here."