Chapter 1337 Savior
“Do you know who sent me to the hospital?” Vinson asked in fluent Ustranasion. As he had just regained consciousness, his voice was weak. Fortunately, the doctor was young and heard his question clearly.
“Oh, it was Sir Casper,” came the doctor’s reply.
Sir Casper? Who’s that? Vinson furrowed his brows at the unexpected answer.
“Was there a pretty and adorable lady around?” Vinson described Arielle’s features. The doctor immediately knew he was referring to the lady who operated on him.
“Yes, she came along with you and operated on you personally! The surgery lasted for six hours. She was indeed capable!” the doctor praised as his eyes lit up. The lady seemed young, but she’s an experienced and skilled doctor judging from her swift but precise actions.
Relief filled Vinson so instantly that he felt about ten pounds lighter. Since she could operate on me, that must mean she’s safe.
“Can you inform her that I’m awake? I’d like to meet her.” Despite learning that Arielle was safe, he would only relax entirely after seeing her with his own eyes.
Remembering Casper’s instructions, the doctor shook his head. “It isn’t visiting hours yet. She’ll be here when visitors are allowed in.”
Vinson knew the hospital had its own rules, so he didn’t question further.
After examining Vinson thoroughly, the doctor left his ward. Vinson was still weak and soon fell into a deep sleep.
The doctor then gave Casper’s butler a call to inform him that Vinson was awake and wanted to see Arielle.
Casper was having dinner with his parents when he was informed that Vinson had regained consciousness. He immediately placed his utensils down.
“Father, Mother, I’d like to visit Mr. Nightshire now that he has regained consciousness,” he requested politely.
“We shall come with you. He’s your savior, and our family owes him one,” Casper’s father said.
Casper is my only son. If the Chanaean man hadn’t saved him, my son would’ve been dead by now. As he went to great lengths before getting a son at an old age, he would gladly sacrifice himself to protect his son.
Casper wanted to introduce Vinson to his parents, so he agreed to that readily.
“Father, Mother, please don’t mention Ms. Moore before Mr. Nightshire. She said she had something urgent to attend to, but didn’t come back after a day. I don’t want Mr. Nightshire to get anxious and disrupt his recuperation,” Casper said. Even though he was only nine years old, he seemed mature for his age.
His parents nodded in agreement. Soon, they boarded their car and headed toward the hospital. A few cars tagged behind to protect them.
When they arrived, the hospital director came out to greet them personally.
“Sir.”
Bryan Brooks nodded and strode into the hospital. Along the way, he didn’t forget to ask about Vinson’s condition.
His wife, Letitia, held Casper’s hand and walked beside him on his left.
“He’s doing well. He has been transferred to the ordinary ward from the intensive care unit,” the hospital director reported politely.
As Casper was the one who brought Vinson here, the hospital assigned him to a VIP ward with doctors and nurses to keep him safe.
Bryan was pleased with the arrangements that his family’s savior received.
“He’s still weak, so he fell asleep a few minutes after regaining consciousness,” the hospital director informed them outside Vinson’s ward.
