Chapter 892

The nurse snapped, “Get out of the way! You’re only good enough to carry a patient.”

Feeling upset, Charlotte lowered her head and went to the corner.

A nurse, Hazel Longman, glanced at her before whispering to another nurse, Junie Sheridan. “She claims to be Dr. Berry’s younger sister. Do you believe it?”

“Isn’t Dr. Berry sisters with Penelope? If she is who she claims to be, would Dr. Berry be willing to let her come here to suffer? If my dad hadn’t forced me to come, I wouldn’t have.” Junie sighed.

“Same! This is way too tiring and difficult. I’m afraid another earthquake will happen again and bury me underground.”

“All right, that’s enough of that. We should focus on helping people.”

Suddenly, a tall man carrying another on his back barged into the tent. “Mr. Joseph’s injured. Treat him, hurry!”

The moment he ended his sentence, Charlotte felt as though her mind had exploded.

Expeditiously, she rose from the corner and darted toward Joseph. “Joseph, are you all right?”

Joseph, who had been laid down, had a swollen injury on his pale forehead. It was around five centimeters large, and blood was gushing out of it.

There were also some scratches on his arm. The bleeding from them had stained his shirt and raincoat red.

With great effort, Joseph opened his eyes and saw a beautiful, familiar face in front of him. Her eyes were turning red, and her countenance was as pale as a sheet.

Thinking that his eyes were playing tricks on him, he muttered, “Lottie? How’s that possible? Did the rock hit me that hard on the head?”

“It’s me, Joseph. It’s Lottie. I’m here with Mum. She’s with Dad right now.” Tears streamed down Charlotte’s cheeks. Her greatest fear had happened.

She felt her heart ache terribly as she stared at the injured Joseph.

“Really? Why are you all here? It’s dangerous.” Promptly, he sat up and immediately experienced a wave of dizziness. Pressing his hand on his forehead, he exclaimed, “Do you think this is a joke?”

“Don’t get worked up, or you’ll bleed more, Mr. Joseph. I’m going to stitch your wound up right now, which may leave a scar. Thank goodness you’re not a woman,” a male doctor advised while holding a piece of medical equipment.

Joseph’s blood-drenched appearance was a disturbing sight.

Charlotte wrapped her icy hand around his. “You’ll be fine, Joseph. You’ll be fine.”

Staring at the blood gushing out of Jonathan’s head, the doctor proposed, “You may have suffered a concussion. It’s a miracle your head wasn’t cracked open by that giant rock falling on your head. Listen to me, Mr. Joseph. You should return to the city immediately for a check-up and a CT scan. I’m afraid there may be blood clots or damaged blood vessels in your brain.”

He didn’t have the necessary equipment, so he couldn’t determine the extent of Joseph’s injury.

“It’s fine. It’s just a minor injury.” Joseph shook his head, still feeling very dizzy. All he could think of at that moment was locating Ashlyn and Lucas.

He didn’t want to visit the hospital because, in his eyes, it was akin to a vacation at that point.

Pale as a ghost, Charlotte asked, “How did you get hit by a rock?”

“Because Mr. Joseph tried to save me…” a teenage girl sobbed. “When he saw a big rock fell from the mountain just as I was about to be pulled out, he protected me with his body.”

Slightly stunned, Charlotte stared at the teenager. “So, you’re saying a rock hit him because he was saving you?”

The teenager was so gorgeous that no mud or dirt on her face could conceal her beauty.

“Are you Mr. Joseph’s girlfriend, Miss? I’m sorry! If you want to blame someone, blame me!” Sheryn Carling, the teenager, grabbed Charlotte’s hands. “It’s my fault Mr. Joseph was hurt!”