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Chapter 49 Replying

The hospital is in chaos now.

As soon as they entered, Noah immediately grabbed the nurse's wrist.

"What's Mr Jones' condition?"

Williamson discovered that Noah's eyes were reddened at this time.

The head nurse pouted, clearly feeling pain as her hands were grasped too tightly.

"Sir Jones only fainted from feeling too uncomfortable, but now he was awake and resting in the ward."

"Hurry up and get us there!"

Before entering the ward, Williamson heard James' voice.

"Get out, I won't die that easily, get it all out!"

A group of soldiers of various ranks were driven out of the ward.

Williamson was suddenly startled, as if he had underestimated Mr. Jones' identity all along.

“Commander, how are you doing?” Noah who was close to James hurriedly rushed to the ward.

Williamson followed carefully, James Jones had been so kind to him, Williamson got the legacy of the treatment of the God of Iron Crutches, so in terms of medical skills, Williamson got the inheritance of the, there might not be anyone in the world who could match him, if James was in trouble, Williamson would definitely help.

"Hmph, I'm not going to die." James snorted, then turned to Williamson.

"Wilii, I'm sorry, you didn't come easily to Wallwin City, but I can't seem to be chasing you."

"It's okay, Mr. Jones, this time I came to visit you, so just seeing you is enough to make me happy."

As Williamson spoke, he sat down next to James and placed his finger over the pulse that was on James' wrist.

James was astonished, "Willi understands medical skills as well?"

“Slight.” Williamson pulled back his hand and looked at James strangely, “Pak Jones, your body is well-groomed, but there seems to be a pent-up pressure and uncomfortable feeling, if not removed as soon as possible, it might be dangerous."

After thinking for a moment, Williamson asked again, "Did something happen that made you anxious? Just tell me, maybe I can help."

“Hhhh, no problem, don't worry, I know the condition of my own body.” as soon as James finished speaking, a doctor rushed in.

"Sir Jones, young master..." The doctor looked confused and hesitant.

James suddenly sat down, his pent-up aura and pressure suddenly enveloping the entire ward, it even made Williamson feel a strong breathlessness.

The doctor gulped with great difficulty, and even said without daring to raise his head, "Young Master Jones, he might not be able to anymore....."

“Pak Jones!” As soon as the doctor's voice came out, James' eyes turned and fainted.

Noah and the nurse next to him hurriedly patted his chest and back for a moment, and it took James a long time to recover.

He reached out and pushed Noah away.

"I'm fine, don't mind me."

"Did Mr. Jones want to see Young Master Jones for the last, last time..." The doctor kept dripping with sweat.

"No need, what to see! As a soldier, sacrificing life to defend the country and dying on the battlefield is an honor, he has done his best, I am proud of him!" james' statement was firm and firm, which left people touched.

However, from the corner of James's eyes, Williamson felt a very depressed sadness.

“Who is this Young Master Jones?” Williamson asked Noah in a low voice.

"He's Mr. Jones' most beloved grandson, just turned 23 and served in a special department."

The most beloved grandson of Mr Jones? If it really falls, then Mr. Jones will definitely be very hurt.

The debate arose in Williamson's heart.

Mr. Jones treated him well, and now his grandson is dying, however he must help.

Actually it could still be if you have enough time, but if you want to die now, then Williamson has no choice but to use the golden needle of the spirit herder.

'What should I do?'

After a while, Williamson made his decision.

'Damn it, I don't care, you have to be answered no matter what!'

Now is the best time to repay James' kindness.

“Bring me to meet Young Master Jones!” Williamson said to the doctor who came to report.

"It's..." The doctor did not know Williamson, so hesitated for a while.

"Fast we're out of time."

"Willi, thank you, but that Gary suffered a fatal gunshot wound, even though you could have a little medical skill, this is over." James shook his head with a very lonely expression.

"Sir Jones, I, Williamson, am not the one who talks nonsense, trust me, I can save your granddaughter, before it's too late!" Williamson looked at James with dismay and a sincere look.

"It's..." James doesn't know where Williamson's confidence comes from, Gary suffers fatal gunshot wounds, even the experts at the hospital are helpless.

"Sir Jones!" Williamson called again.

"Alright, take Willi there." James was not a hesitant man, for Williamson was so sure, he would let him try, and assume that this experiment had hope.

Williamson followed the doctor and rushed to the operating room door.

"Inside." The doctor told Williamson.

“Ya!” Williamson nodded, pushed the door and entered.

"Hey, stop, what are you doing here!" Several young soldiers covered in blood with tears pushing and stopping Williamson.

"Go away, I'm here to save her!"

"Saved her? All the hospital experts are already inside, you don't confess! Go there!"

 "It's terrible!"

Across the door, Williamson could already feel the throbbing of a soul.

It is a special feeling there is a human soul that is separated from the body.

"Go away, don't get in my way!" Williamson was in such a hurry now, if it was too late, that even using the golden needles of the spirit herders would be useless.

"Dare to mess?!” a soldier held Williamson's arm away, and another small soldier grabbed Williamson's shoulder blade.

Williamson was surprised, he did not expect the reaction of this army to be so quick, so hurriedly took out the muscle and bone dividing hand technique naturally.

"Plac!" Williamson managed to escape the capture of the army in front of him.

"Well!" the soldier in front snorted coldly, but did not retreat and attacked Williamson with his feet.

"Stop!" another soldier rushed forward to stop them.

"Don't get me wrong, he was brought here by the Doctor."

Williamson ignored them, not far from where he was, he had already seen a black-robed figure hovering towards here.

Williamson pushed the door open forcefully, and rushed in.

"Who are you? Who let you in!" a dignified doctor shouted at Williamson.

At this moment, the soul-seeking angel had also arrived at the door.

The life of young Lord Jones is at stake now!

Williamson did not even care and encouraged the doctor who asked that.

Then a golden needle appeared in his hand, and pierced into the bloodstained body of the soldier on the operating bed!

"Come on!" Williamson closed his eyes and was ready to face the pain that was coming.