Percy frowned. He could not leave now.
Even if he could, going to the hospital meant that Pierre would only become more agitated
upon seeing him.
Percy had no choice but to remind her: [Don't let him get out of bed. Don't let him hurt
himself. Give him a tranquilizer if necessary.]
Jim, noticing how promptly Percy was responding to his phone messages, teased him,
"You've only been away for a short while. Nina already misses you so much?"
Percy lifted his head with a helpless expression on his face.
"I've never seen such a helpless expression on Mr. Mallory's face before. What happened?"
Jim noticed the unusual look on his face and asked with concern.
Pierre sighed and replied, "Pierre knows that his leg is injured. He's making a scene at the
hospital."
Jim was surprised. "Were you planning to hide his leg injury from him? He would
eventually have to get out of bed and walk again. It's better to tell him the truth."
"It was the old master's idea." Percy knew that Pierre would not be able to accept it.
However, what else could he do if he could not take it?
As a man, he had to bear the consequences of his own actions.
Still, Old Master Mallory's idea was to wait until Pierre had almost recovered before telling
him. Otherwise, he was worried that Pierre would not be able to take the blow.
Percy had no comment. Thus, he followed Old Master Mallory's instructions.
He did not expect Pierre to find out about it within less than 24 hours.
As soon as Pierre woke up, he asked Old Master Mallory about his leg.
Old Master Mallory told him that he would fully recover with no after-effects as long as he
took good care of himself.
Pierre believed it.
Now, he realized that he was crippled. It was much more emotionally devastating
compared to being told the truth right from the start.
Jim recalled how people used to talk about Old Master Mallory.
He was decisive and firm in his actions. He showed no mercy, like an emotionless
machine.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"It seems that the old master has indeed grown old and confused considering how he
chose to deal with Pierre. Can Pierre take it?"
Percy shook his head. There was nothing he could do about Pierre's situation.
In the hospital, the nurse watched as Pierre vented his emotions. She was constantly
convincing him to calm down.
However, Pierre continued to rip his pillow and bedding. He even wanted to get out of bed.
However, the anesthesia had worn off, and he was in great pain. Even the slightest
movement gave him excruciating pain. Thus, he stopped moving, but anything within his
reach was thrown and smashed on the floor.
The nurse felt helpless. She had never seen someone so energetic on the same day as
their surgery.
Among all the patients she had come across, some of them would only cry and make a
fuss if they could not accept the bad news after the surgery.
Pierre was different. He frantically threw things to drive her away. He even demanded she
looked for Johann. He had a bad temper, and his movements were vigorous. He did not
look like someone who had just undergone surgery.
Besides, Johann was not even the hospital's doctor. After performing the surgery on Pierre
and confirming he was awake and fine, Johann handed him over to the orthopedic
department's director. How could she possibly bring Johann here?
The nurse's face was filled with fear and helplessness as Pierre threw the plastic cup that
was placed at the bedside table at her.
"Why are you standing there? Go and get that bastard to come over here!" Pierre roared.
The nurse let out a cry of surprise. She was unable to dodge in time, and she was hit by
the flying cup.
Although Pierre was physically weak, he could aim well. The nurse winced in pain as she
covered her forehead.
The head of the orthopedic department walked into the ward in a hurry with a syringe in
his hand.
He saw the nurse crouching on the floor, covering her forehead. Hence, he thought Pierre
had gone mad and hurt her. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Please give him the injection," replied the nurse as she stood up and rubbed her
forehead.
Fortunately, it was a plastic cup that flew at her. If it had been a glass cup, she would have
been seriously injured.
The nurse stood there, while the two incompetent caretakers hid behind the door,
trembling with fear.
The head of the orthopedic department looked at Pierre, who was in a frantic state. He
might end up getting himself injected if no one helped him.
He said to the two caretakers who were behind the door when he saw that the nurse was
still in pain, "Don't stand there. Stop him!"
The caretakers came back to their senses. They wanted to move closer to him to help.
However, they started to feel frightened again when Pierre glared at them with murderous
intent. "I'm sorry. We dare not."
"Aren't you going to clean the mess you made?" asked the head of the orthopedic
department. The caretakers trembled with fear. It was indeed their fault. They reluctantly
made their way closer to Pierre.
Although Pierre was in a frantic state, he knew what the head of the orthopedic
department was holding in his hand.
"Get lost! I'll kill anyone who dares to come near me," threatened Pierre.
After Pierre found out that he was crippled, all he wanted to do was to question Johann.
Did he do it on purpose?
He promised to treat him!
Yet, he was crippled now!
Pierre was furious, unwilling to accept what had happened. He looked at his leg that was
wrapped in bandages and plaster. His eyes glowed red, reminiscent of a man on the brink
of madness.
He could not even believe that it was his leg!
However, the pain from the surgical incision reminded him that it was indeed his leg!
The head of the orthopedic department was startled for a moment. Of course, he knew
who Pierre Mallory was.
He had no idea whether the rumors spreading on the internet about how Pierre had dealt
with his enemies were true or false.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHowever, if they were true, he might be targeted after giving him that injection.
But if he did not give Pierre the injection, not only would the ward be chaotic, but it could
also affect the patients in the wards next door.
There was a possibility that Pierre's surgery could end up being in vain because of this.
It took an incredible amount of strength and effort for Johann to save Pierre's leg.
If they had to perform surgery on him again, there was no telling if Pierre's leg could be
saved this time.
"Mr. Pierre, this isn't what you think of. Didn't you just cry out in pain? It's a painkiller
injection. You won't feel any pain once I give you an injection." The head of the orthopedic
department tried to deceive him.
However, Pierre did not fall for it. "Who do you think you are? Hurry up and send that
quack doctor, Johann, here! Otherwise, I'll destroy your hospital!"
The head of the orthopedic department felt ashamed.
Was Johann a quack doctor?
Then they were all as good as dead!
However, the head of the orthopedic department could not worry about that now. He
looked at a caretaker and gave her a knowing glance.
The caretaker mustered up her courage and approached Pierre. She immediately
restrained Pierre's hands.
Even though she was a woman, she came from the countryside and used to do farm work.
Her strength was no less than that of a man.
With another caretaker on the other side, they managed to grab Pierre's hands.
The head of the orthopedic department seized the opportunity to plunge the needle into
Pierre's left leg, injecting the solution into his leg's muscle without considering whether
Pierre felt the pain or not.
It was a tranquilizer injection, and it would take effect soon.
As the head of the orthopedic department removed the needle, the caretakers
immediately released Pierre's hands and took a few steps back, afraid that Pierre would
harm them.
"Ah!" Pierre let out a furious roar, pointing at the orthopedic doctor. "I'll kill you. I will..."