Relentless Pursuit After Divorce
Chapter 287. Not only sick, but also seriously ill_1

Chapter 287: 287. Not only sick, but also seriously ill_1

As she spoke, she reached out to open the door and walked out, "Let’s go."

Adam Jones glanced at her with cold eyes and walked beside her with a stern face. When they reached the elevator entrance, Adam’s body suddenly shook a few times with noticeable intensity, almost bumping into Elly Campbell standing beside him.

Elly instinctively reached out to support him, her brows furrowed with concern, "What’s wrong?"

"Suddenly feeling a bit dizzy."

Adam’s hand rested on Elly’s slender shoulders, half his body weight pressing down on her.

Recalling the blow he had taken, Elly also became worried. Supporting Adam tightly, she suggested with knitted brows, "It might be a mild concussion, I’ll take you to the hospital."

"No need. There’s a medical room in the hotel; I don’t want to go too far."

Elly was also concerned about Adam’s condition at the moment, aware that this seven-star hotel was equipped to the point of astonishment.

It boasted professional private doctors with some reputation in the medical world as general practitioners.

Therefore, Elly didn’t insist and could only accompany Adam to the so-called "medical room" at the back of the hotel.

This so-called "medical room," calling it a medical room was actually an understatement—it was a special medical building. Located behind the hotel, connected to every hotel corridor, it was incredibly convenient in emergencies.

Not only that, the building was also equipped with various advanced medical devices, saying it was a small hospital wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

Even with her own not-so-humble background, Elly couldn’t help but be amazed at how extravagant the hotel owner was.

"Mr. Jones, this way please."

The doctor on duty led Adam into the CT room, "Mr. Jones, please lie down, I’ll do a brain scan for you."

After it was done, the doctor looked at the results and said to Adam, "Mr. Jones, rest assured, there’s nothing wrong. Mainly it’s the external wound that needs attention, there’s no major issue, just go back and rest well."

"Really no problem?"

Adam’s gaze narrowed slightly, inexplicably tinged with a hint of danger.

The doctor was taken aback, not understanding why Adam seemed unhappy with the result. He had no choice but to examine the CT scans again, as if for show, and said, "Really, there’s nothing wrong."

"There is."

Adam stated affirmatively, standing up from the chair and looking down at the doctor with an imposing air that brooked no disagreement, "Moderate concussion, with intermittent dizziness and even nausea."

The doctor was stunned, not understanding why this important boss insisted on taking on an illness. But what the boss says goes, and that can’t be wrong, can it?

Adam had already walked out of the CT room, the doctor following closely behind. Elly Campbell was waiting outside, and when she saw him come out, she hurriedly approached to inquire, "How is it? What’s the result?"

Adam instead looked at the doctor and suddenly smiled, causing the doctor to shudder violently. The boss’s smile wasn’t good—it was too chilling.

He glanced at Elly and instantly understood why the boss insisted he was ill.

Yes, he was indeed ill, and not lightly so.

"The situation is like this: Mr. Jones has a serious injury, a moderate concussion, accompanied by intermittent dizziness and vomiting. It is best to let him lie down and rest more, he should not move around too much."

The doctor began babbling with great diligence and earnestness to Elly, who hadn’t seen the CT results and just like that, she believed him.