Arnold's condition was probably more complex than Callahan had let on. If it really was poison from a foreign cartel, delaying would only make treatment more difficult.
Leilani checked the time. There were still three hours before her appointment with the old man's team. Her original plan was to drive to Brass City, but if she changed plans and took the high-speed train, it would be a bit rushed, but she could still make it. The free time in between would be enough for her to stop by the hospital and check on Arnold's condition first.
Leilani wasn't one to hesitate. Once she made up her mind, she acted. She decisively dialed Callahan's number.
The call was answered almost instantly, the man's deep voice coming through. "What's wrong?"
"I changed my mind. I still have plenty of time before my appointment with that team, so I'll go to the hospital to check on Arnold first."
There was a second of silence on the other end, followed by a low chuckle. "Alright, I'll take you there."
...
Ten minutes later, at the hospital.
Leilani followed Callahan through the VIP exclusive channel, taking the elevator straight to the intensive care unit on the top floor.
The security on the entire floor was tight. Several bodyguards in black suits stood on both sides of the corridor. Seeing Callahan, they all bowed their heads. "Mr. Langley."
Callahan nodded slightly and led Leilani straight to the innermost ward. Pushing open the door, she saw a young man lying on the hospital bed. His face was pale, and his body was connected to various monitoring instruments. His breathing was weak but steady.
Leilani approached, carefully checked the monitoring data at the bedside, then opened Arnold's eyelids to check his pupil reaction. Her frown deepened.
She put on gloves, focused on listening to Arnold's pulse, and flipped through the previous medical records and lab reports. Her brow knitted tighter and tighter.
"The residual toxins in Arnold are more serious than I imagined. Having delayed until now, his liver and kidney functions might be damaged, and his nervous system has also been affected."
Callahan stood to the side, his eyes dark. "Is there still a chance for him to recover?"
Leilani didn't answer immediately. Instead, she placed her hand on Arnold's wrist again, listening quietly with furrowed brows.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Prison-Made Queen