After saying this, Hannah stood up, ignored the man lying on the ground, and turned her attention to Roland’s wrecked race car.
The car was overturned. Hannah could see inside it clearly.
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After inspecting it, she confirmed that the car itself wasn’t at fault. It seemed the tire burst as a result of a sudden stop.
Just as Hannah was about to examine the tires, the Juarez family began to cause a commotion again!
The head of the Juarez family prohibited anyone from placing Roland on the stretcher. “Can’t you see he’s spitting blood?! Do you even know how to administer first aid? We must wait for the doctor we’ve called. No one is to touch my son right now!”
The two families were on the brink of a confrontation!
The tension escalated rapidly. Roland, still at the center, wasn’t allowed to be moved.
With a frown, Hannah turned and walked toward the crowd. “Stop this arguing! Make some room for the patient, now! If you crowd him like this, it’ll only make things worse for the injured. Move aside!”
As she talked, the arguing crowd quickly parted, clearing the way on either side.
Hannah’s gaze was cold as she surveyed the people before turning her attention to Roland, who had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Fleming Juarez, the head of the Juarez family, managed to hold back his anger upon seeing Hannah. Remembering her assistance with the Delgado family crisis the day before, he calmed himself.
“Miss Moore,” Fleming began, his face stern. “I trust you. Could you please assess my son?”
From the previous examination, it appeared Roland’s condition was relatively mild, except for a few bruises and fractures.
However, the sight of him spitting blood now raised concerns of possibly more severe internal injuries.
Hannah crouched down and gently tilted Roland’s chin to inspect his mouth.
Certainly!
Hannah narrowed her eyes. It was an injury inside his mouth that made blood pour out.
Standing, she addressed Fleming decisively, “Mr. Juarez, if you trust my judgment, I suggest you get him to a hospital immediately. The longer we wait, the riskier his condition becomes. I’ve just examined him, His mouth’s bleeding is due to oral trauma. It’s nothing to worry about.”
The Juarez family members exchanged uncertain looks, waiting for Fleming’s approval to take Roland for further care.
After scrutinizing Hannah intently, Fleming gestured for the Juarez family members to step aside. The medical team promptly advanced, lifting Roland onto a stretcher and rushing him outside.
“Remington, keep this in mind. Let your father know that if he wants to work with our Juarez family, he needs to handle this issue first, or else there’s no deal.”
Fleming was resilient. Overnight wealth made him indifferent to their schemes.
“I’m only holding back from arguing with you today out of respect for Miss Moore. But if anything happens to my son, I’ll risk everything to make sure your Lyons family pays!” Fleming’s face darkened with anger.
His arrogance was palpable, irritating even the Lyons family members.