Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 3218 The Epitome Of The Worst Patient

Some grudges had to be etched into memory, lest the trivialities of life wear them away.

Marcos knew what Sarah's past life was like. When he saw the wom marks on the documents, his expression darkened.

"I need to ask you a favor," said Marcos as he turned to look at Luke.

"Go ahead." Luke nodded, more than willing to help. They both needed each other's help at times, so refusing was not an option.

"I need you to keep these documents safe for me until I return to Russia." Marcos thought of Ethan, who was staying in the same hotel as him and even brazenly installed surveillance in his suite.

If he took the documents back, they would easily be discovered.

"Sure, no problem. You can trust T Corporation's security. No one can access the items in my safe," Luke replied.

He had one of the world's most advanced safes, and it was not easy for anyone to unlock it.

"Thank you," said Marcos, opening the documents slowly.

Luke did not say anything further. He took a sip of his coffee and continued his work.

Marcos carefully read through the documents, taking about half an hour.

His brows were furrowed together. "I'm done."

"Okay." Luke nodded without commenting on the matter concerning the Abaza family.

The social structures were different, so he felt it was not his place to judge.

"Mr. Crawford, I'd like to make a deal with you," said Marcos.

Luke was intrigued. "Let's hear it."

"The Abaza family..." Marcos paused for a moment, raising the documents in his hand. With a mocking smile on his face, he continued, "Even though we've done many shady things, we're still known in Russia for our strong stance against organized crimes. I want to use their power to help you eliminate the Island of Despair."

He figured the old master also hated such organizations, so using M Group's power to help eliminate the Island of Despair should not be an issue.

Besides, over the years, he had not just been a puppet. He had been doing some real work too.

"What do you need me to do?" asked Luke. He did need help, but only if it did not violate his principles.

Marcos replied, "When I make a move, I need you to reveal the information here to the public in A City. I've seen how powerful public opinion here can be, but I don't know how to handle it. I need someone familiar with it to help. So, it's less about you helping me and more about the public of A City helping."

Luke did not expect Marcos' request to be so straightforward. He agreed, "No problem."

"Pleasure doing business." Marcos extended his hand.

Luke nodded and shook his hand, sealing the deal. "Pleasure doing business."

Marcos believed that with the help of the locals of A City, his plan would succeed.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Luke knew that with the Abaza family's assistance, dealing with the Island of Despair would be much easier.

In the hospital, Pierre underwent his second dry needling treatment.

Just like the last time, he pounded his leg hard. He felt nothing and could not help but yell at Dr. Abraham Wood, "This dry needling treatment is useless! What's the point?"

Abraham looked helpless. He had encountered many irritable patients who often yelled at doctors and nurses due to their condition.

However, none were as aggressive as Pierre. "Mr. Mallory, physical therapy takes time to show results. The effects are gradual and require patience. If you stick with it, you'll see improvement."

As Pierre watched him clean up the used needles, he suddenly grabbed his collar.

Abraham was startled, dropping everything to the floor. "Mr. Mallory, please calm down!"

"How can I calm down? It's not your leg that's ruined!" Pierre's eyes were red with anger. It was as though he was about to devour him. "Go get Luca to do this."

"Who?" Abraham was secretly surprised. However, Johann had warned him beforehand, so when Luca's name was mentioned, he immediately pretended not to know her.

"Don't play dumb!" Pierre snapped. "I know Luca taught you dry needling. Get her to treat me."

Abraham was at a loss for words. Who told him all this? That person was simply causing trouble for him and Luca?

"Mr. Pierre, calm down. First, Ms. Craw isn't a doctor at our hospital." He freed his shirt from Pierre's grip.

He had a date after work, and now, his shirt was a mess. He lowered his head and shot a glance at Pierre, explaining, "Last time was a one-off, and Dr. Craw doesn't have a medical license. If she treats you again, it's possible that no effects will be seen. Worst-case scenario, it could make things worse."

After Abraham said that, he secretly apologized to Luca.

He had heard that Luca and Pierre did not get along. Therefore, he hoped downplaying her skills would help her.

Pierre saw through his act. "Stop lying. I know what Luca is capable of. If you don't get her here today, you'll regret it."

Abraham's expression darkened.

As an ordinary doctor, his fate at the hospital was influenced by the higher-ups. They were in turn influenced by high-society folks like Pierre. Pierre could indeed make his

life difficult.

However, he had Johann as a backer. If Johann knew he was targeted by Pierre because of Luca, he would help him. Johann's word held more weight than Pierre's

in this hospital.

"I'm telling the truth, Mr. Mallory. If you don't believe me, there's nothing more I can say. If you're not satisfied with my dry needling treatment, you can file a complaint

with our department head. Thank you."

Abraham bent down to pick up the needles from the floor while muttering how unlucky he was under his breath. Then, he turned and walked away.

Pierre's expression was grim as he pressed the call button.

The head nurse quickly arrived. The nurses had been avoiding him lately, so during

the day, it was always the head nurse handling his issues.

"Mr. Mallory, what's the matter?" asked the head nurse.

As time passed, Pierre's leg injury had mostly healed. He did not need as many injections, so she knew he was just trying to make trouble.

"I'd like to file a complaint," said Pierre.

The head nurse blinked his eyes. "A complaint? Against whom?"

The hospital had a complaint box, and inpatients were given survey forms before

they got discharged to rate or complain about the medical staff.

"Against you doctors and nurses!" Pierre shouted impatiently. The head nurse frowned. She had seen many emotionally extreme patients.

However, Pierre was the epitome of the worst patient.

"Alright, I'll get you a complaint form," the head nurse immediately replied.