Chapter 2210: Chapter 2219: Feed Him to the Dogs!
"This kind of refusal is likely due to a subconscious fear of facing certain âtruthsâ upon waking, leading to selective self-blocking."
This issue is neither too big nor too small.
Some patients who encounter this situation recover quickly with the help of their family.
Others are not so fortunateâthey develop depression before their families can help them recover, eventually heading down a path of no return.
Therefore, itâs better to wake someone up sooner rather than later.
"President Lawrence, itâs best to find a way to wake up Mrs. Lawrence. After all, this tense and oppressive feeling can easily lead to depression, and depression is something that canât be treated with medication alone."
Baron Lawrence didnât expect Enna Clark to still be immersed in the elevator incident. A storm brewed in his chest, and the impulse to kill nearly made his eyes turn red.
Damn it!
He shouldnât have handed that person over to Scott Harris for further interrogation; he should have interrogated him personally!
If Scott Harris accidentally kills the man, wouldnât that be letting him off too easily!
"President Lawrence can address Mrs. Lawrenceâs nightmare specifically and resolve her inner conflict, which is the most crucial thing..." As the female doctor spoke, she felt the temperature in the room drop, and her voice grew smaller and smaller, until she unconsciously shut her mouth.
Did she say something wrong?
At that moment, the cold-faced man finally looked at her properly, and without expression, he pursued her, asking, "What else?"
The female doctor hurriedly explained the typical situations of patients she had encountered with this condition to the man in front of her, and finally added dryly, "Mrs. Lawrenceâs condition shouldnât be too severe; perhaps itâs just that the toxic gas still remaining in her bloodstream hasnât completely evaporated since she woke up. Once those neurotoxins are automatically decomposed by the body, Mrs. Lawrenceâs condition should improve significantly."
She said dryly, continuing in a parched tone, "So, President Lawrence, you donât need to worry too much."
She finished with dry words and had nothing else to say.
Standing there, it wasnât right to keep searching for topics, nor was silence any less awkward.
Thankfully, at this moment, the nurse walked in with glucose, and she quickly helped the nurse set up Enna Clarkâs IV, and naturally followed the nurse out.
Baron Lawrence stood by the bedside, the previous joy of Enna Clark waking up had been considerably diluted.
He looked at her haggard expression, his thin lips pressed into a straight line!
Suddenly.
His phone rang.
Baron Lawrence lowered his head, took out his phone, glanced at the Caller ID, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes as he placed the phone to his ear, "Speak."
"Lord, that person confessed."
"Hmm?"
Scott Harris reported back on what the person confessed, then asked, "Lord, what should we do next..."
Before he finished saying how to handle the person.
The cold man already ruthlessly said, "Feed him to the dogs!"
"..." Scott Harris was taken aback.
"Record a video and post it on the Dark Web. I want those with restless intentions to see his outcome!" He intended to set an example!
Let those mice walking in the dark see the consequences of targeting Enna Clark!
Anyone who dares to touch Enna Clark or tries to profit from it should prepare for worse than death! Donât think being caught by him just means a simple death! He wants these people to understand that daring to harm Enna Clark will make death a luxurious dream!
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