Chapter 339

Chapter: 339

“You're heading to the hospital?” Marcus questioned, noting the encroaching twilight.

Millie affirmed with a nod, “Yes, my grandmother had a sleepless night plagued by pain. | must see to her.”

Marcus offered no further commentary but dutifully deposited Millie at the hospital before proceeding towards his own

destination: the company.

Inside the hospital, Millie found her place beside her grandmother's bed, her heart twisting painfully. The old woman slept, her

forehead hot to the touch, signaling her discomfort.

Holding her grandmother’s aged, weathered hand in her soft grasp, Millie observed the marks of time imprinted on the palm,

along with the disconcerting swell of puncture wounds from countless injections.

The sight tore at Millie’s heart, filling her with an almost unbearable desire to bear those needle pricks in her grandmother's

stead. Holding back her tears, she whispered a plea. “Grandma, don’t leave me. You must recover soon. | will find a way to heal

you. Just like you always emboldened me to stand strong in my younger days, you too must gather your strength.”

With that, her vision blurred with unshed tears. The sound of approaching footsteps heralded Teresa’s arrival. Hastily, Millie

swiped at her moist eyes, tucking her grandmother's hand back beneath the warm blanket.

“Miss Brown, | just spotted your grandmother's primary physician still present in the hospital. You might want to consult him

about her condition,” Teresa suggested.

“Okay, I'll head there immediately,” Millie acknowledged, quickly setting off to locate the doctor.

“Doctor, didn’t the last prescribed medication manage to ease my grandmother’s pain? Why is she suffering again?”

Millie’s voice was laced with anxiety as she posed her query in the confines of the doctor's office.

“Well, the fact of the matter is, the prescribed medication supply has been exhausted, and the patient ceased taking it yesterday,”

the doctor elucidated.

“The medication supply is depleted. Does that imply the hospital no longer stocks it? If so, please procure it posthaste,” Millie

blurted with evident distress.

Regretfully shaking his head, the doctor explained, “This particular drug is a novelty, a creation of a foreign pharmaceutical

research center. Its production is extremely limited, making domestic acquisition impossible. The previous supply was provided

specifically for your grandmother’s treatment by Mr. Thomas.”

The mention of Mr. Thomas left Millie visibly taken aback. “Mr. Thomas arranged for it?”

Which Mr. Thomas was being referred to? The doctor had never previously alluded to this narrative regarding the medication.

She had been under the impression that the hospital imported it directly from overseas.

This revelation indicated that securing further supplies of this medicine might prove challenging.

“Miss Brown, do not be overly concerned. Allow me to reach out to Mr. Thomas again and ascertain whether he can procure

more of the medication. Should he succeed, that would be ideal. According to your grandmother’s recent test results, her

condition hasn’t deteriorated. If we manage to alleviate her pain, her discomfort can be mitigated.”

Just as he concluded his reassurances, the phone in his office trilled.

“Excuse me, | must attend to this call.”

Millie had intended to probe further into Mr. Thomas’s identity. Yet the doctor’s prolonged phone call dissuaded her from waiting,

leading her to exit the office.

Mr. Thomas? Could it be Leon?