Dozo America

The lights of the ambulance flashed at night. The car sounded the piercing siren and passed through the streets of Temecula. Forrist. The car made the piercing siren and passed through the streets of Temecula. Frist.

Mr. Hurt was rushed to the hospital, and after some first aid measures, he was immediately transferred to a public hospital in Los Angeles.

Caroline trotted along with the stretcher truck, holding Frist's hand. Under the obstruction of the medical staff, she was locked out of the operating room door.

"Dad!" Caroline couldn't help but squatted at the door of the operating room and started sobbing, accompanying Frist.

The several bodyguards who came with Mr. Hurt were also at a loss. They didn't know how to comfort Miss Hurt, so they had to stay aside and look around to ensure that no one would disturb her.

Caroline cried for a while and became a little tired. She slowly walked to the chair in the corridor next to the operating room and sat down. She blamed herself. If she had not contradicted her father, she would not have caused this situation.

Look.

The operating light was always on, and someone called. Caroline looked at it and saw that it was Mark.

Bana, Caroline hesitated for a moment, then answered the call.

"Caroline, it's me. I know something happened to Uncle Hut. How about it? Are you very sad now?" Bana's voice sounded annoying, and you couldn't even hear his tone of regret, "Our matter

How are you thinking? I think you should give that doctor hell."

"That's enough, Bana, I don't want to hear this, goodbye!" Caroline wanted to hang up the phone.

"Wait a minute, my father wants to talk to you!"

Caroline stopped her finger to hang up the phone and had no choice but to continue putting it to her ear.

"Caroline, it's me. I'm your Uncle Bana." A very gentle man's voice came from the other side, "I'm sorry, but if you need any help about your father, just call me.

You know my phone number. By the way, don't be too sad, your father will get better."

"Thank you, Uncle Bana!" Caroline couldn't help crying.

"Okay. Don't cry. After the operation, Mark and I will come to see you and your father. You should be strong, beautiful girl!"

"I know, I know!" Caroline nodded. She desperately tried to hold back her tears, but the tears flowed down.

"Okay, I'm hanging up. I'll come over to see you later. Goodbye!"

"Goodbye, Uncle Bana!"

Caroline hung up the phone, but she didn't want to cry anymore. She always felt that having someone to talk to would help her inner emotions to be vented. The emotions that she had been holding back all night finally slowly calmed down.

The bodyguards took turns to rest. Caroline took a nap tiredly at dawn. Then she continued to hold on until 9:25 in the morning. The door of the operating room opened and she was the first to walk out.

is the attending physician.

"Doctor, how is my father?" Caroline couldn't wait to walk over.

"I'm sorry, we tried our best!" The attending doctor took off his mask and shook his head, "The patient is still in a coma and needs to continue to be observed in the intensive care unit!"

"God, what should I do?" Caroline covered her mouth, and then looked at her father being pushed out of the operating room, tears welling up in her eyes. It was obvious that this time, Frist.

Hurt's condition is very serious, beyond the past.

"Dad!" Caroline looked at Frist through the glass.

Hurt was pushed into the intensive care unit and asked the doctor, "Can I go in and stay with him?"

"Of course, but... don't take too long. He has just undergone surgery, and something unexpected may happen at any time!" The doctor looked at Caroline and nodded.

Caroline goes in, Forest.

Hurt's body was covered with tubes, and instruments made a monotonous "beep" sound beside him.

Caroline took Frist's hand, put it to her lips and kissed it several times. She didn't know what to do.

A middle-aged man walked quickly towards this side, followed by Mark from the party.

Bana. They were followed by four bodyguards in black suits and headsets.

"I am State Representative Emile Barna, and I need to know the condition of Mr. Forest Hurt in the hospital!" The middle-aged man walked directly into the dean's office, sat directly opposite the dean, and frowned.

"The situation is very bad!" The dean was an old man in his sixties, short, fat, and bald. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and secretly cursed these state legislators.

"What does this mean? The situation is very bad!"

"It's like this. Representative Hutt suffers from heart disease. Although it is not congenital, it stems from an electric shock he received three years ago. It was because of that time that his heart was damaged, resulting in the current condition.

This heart disease is getting more and more serious, and I don’t think I’ll be able to survive it for more than a month this time!”

"A month?" Emil.

Bana took a breath.

"Yes, one month, this is still a relatively optimistic estimate!"

"Who else knows this news? Or has anyone asked about Senator Hutt's condition?"

"No, except for his daughter Miss Hutt." The dean shook his head, "But... I believe that anyone who has met Mr. Hutt will know that it is not good for Senator Hutt's current situation."

"God bless him!" Emil.

Bana crossed himself on his chest and said, "That's it." With that, he left the dean's office without looking back.

"Dad, now is your chance!" Mark.

Bana followed Emir.

Behind him, Bana said excitedly, "We can win the development project we cooperate with him this time alone."

"You still can't keep calm!" Emil.

Bana glanced at Mark, shook his head, and walked straight to the intensive care unit.

Through the glass, you can see Caroline sitting beside the hospital bed, Emil.

Bana took a breath, slowly opened the door and walked in, behind Caroline.

Caroline heard the sound, turned around, and saw Emil.

Bana's eyes were a little red. Apparently she had cried again just now: "Uncle Bana!"

"Yes, it's me. This is really heartbreaking." Emil.

Bana nodded towards her, "Your father and I have been through a lot of things. But it has never been as bad as it is now. You have to hold on, Caroline!"

"I know, thank you!"

"Okay, let me see my old friend. You can stay here with peace of mind. I told the dean that I must try my best. I believe that Forrest will survive this time. His life is so tough.

I still remember the last time his car crashed down the mountain and he only suffered minor injuries."

Caroline nodded.

"Okay, I'm leaving first. If you need anything, call me and I will definitely help you!" Emil.

Bana patted Caroline on the shoulder, turned around and walked to the ward.

mark.

Bana wanted to say something else, but in the end he didn't say it. He followed Emil and walked out. As soon as he walked out of the hospital gate, Mark couldn't help it.

"Dad, why don't we talk to that little bitch?" Mark.

Bana was a little angry, "Now that her father is about to die, we can win the business alone and just have a showdown with her. I don't believe that this little bitch can object in any way! She doesn't have anything.

Understand!"

"Shut up!" Emil.

Bana turned his head and glared at him with a frown, "You're too impatient."

"Yes. Yes, you say that to me every time!" Mark.

Bana said and walked forward quickly, "I have a date, let's go first. Dad, if it were me, I would have settled the matter long ago."

"Mark——" Emil.

Bana yelled, "Don't get involved with your bastard friends, it won't do you any good, listen to my advice!"

"I know, but my friends are my friends, they are not yours! I know how to deal with it." Mark﹒

Bana replied, and took two steps towards a sports car parked on the roadside. Suddenly he stopped on the spot, quickly arched his waist, and then squatted down.

A car sped past him and almost hit him. The driver stuck out his head and raised his middle finger at him: "You bastard idiot, this is the middle of the road, not your bathroom, damn it!"

Then he stepped on the accelerator and was gone in a flash. The cars behind him quickly went around.

"What's wrong with you?" Emil.

Bana quickly ran towards Mark and looked at him.

"I...I... peed my pants!" Mark.

Bana looked at Emil with a grimace on his face.

Barna.

"What?" Emil.

Bana looked below him, and sure enough, Mark's pants were stained with wet marks, and a large puddle of urine had accumulated on the ground, exuding a pungent smell of urine.

"Oh, damn!" Emil.

Bana couldn't help but curse, "You can't even control this?"

"No, no, it just seemed to happen suddenly. Before this, I didn't want to pee at all, not at all." Mark.

He quickly defended, "But...who knew, damn, suddenly the urine came out, and I couldn't hold it in anymore. God, I have to go to the car."

Mark said and ran towards his car, got in, took off his pants, and was still outside the car. Mark couldn't figure out why he suddenly became incontinent, and his stomach felt as if he had drank.

Same as a dozen bottles of beer.

"Now...can you drive home by yourself?" Amir.

Bana said to his son.

"Yes, yes, right away!" Mark.

Bana didn't care to say anything else to his father and drove quickly towards home. He just wanted to go home quickly, take a shower and put on clean pants.

"Fuck, this is damn..." Mark rushed into his house, washed it, found pants and clothes, and prepared to change into them. He wanted to curse, but he didn't know who to curse.

After putting on clean underwear and trousers, the comfortable feeling returned to his body. He couldn't help but cursed: "Damn it, I'm still fine. It's nothing special, I'm still like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his stomach bulging, and then his bladder felt like it was about to burst. He jumped up and ran to the bathroom, but as soon as he stood up, he felt like a faucet with high pressure below him.

The urine spurted out rapidly, wetting the pants he had just put on, and dripping on the floor.