Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 117: Unconscious

Felt a subtle sense that something was wrong.

Covering her mouth and nose, she grabbed her belongings and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

As she looked up at the room number, everything went dark before her eyes, and she nearly fainted.

At the same moment, she felt her heart rate soaring, her body growing weak and powerless.

She steadied herself against the wall, half-stumbling to the next room. Her vision was so blurred that she couldn’t even make out the markings on the display screen. In desperation, she randomly pressed several buttons, fearful she might not have rung the doorbell, and raised her hand with all her remaining strength to knock on Keane Lowell’s door.

"President... President Lowell, Keane."

She shouted with all her might, an overwhelming sense of anxiety sweeping over her.

The moment the door opened.

She couldn’t hold on and collapsed forward.

Keane Lowell reacted quickly, catching her.

"Claire?"

"What’s wrong?"

He asked repeatedly, his voice carrying a trace of unnoticed tension and concern.

However, the girl did not respond, completely losing consciousness, her entire body limp and boneless in his arms.

Instinctively, Keane held her tighter.

His eyes narrowed, frowning as he lifted her into his arms.

He moved swiftly through the villa, his silhouette like the wind, his eyes deep and unfocused, cold enough to instill fear.

The driver, seeing this, quickly opened the car door for them, hurriedly returned to the driver’s seat, started the engine, and obeyed orders to head to the hospital.

Keane held the unconscious girl in his arms, his heart feeling as if a massive wound had been torn open, aching with a ripping pain.

It was only when he felt her scorching breath that he snapped back to reality, regaining his composure.

He relaxed his grip slightly, lowered his head, and gazed at the girl’s flushed, dewy face.

Not only was her face burning fiercely, but her whole body was terrifyingly hot, clearly not a simple faint.

They had only been apart for a few minutes; what could have happened during this time?

...

...

"After testing, the patient’s body contains ether and propyl benzene components, which caused the patient to faint and have a fever. Fortunately, she didn’t inhale too much; she’s stable now, so no need to worry."

The emergency doctor summarized the patient’s condition, glancing at the grim face with restrained fear.

Keane asked in a deep voice, "When will she wake up?"

"In about two hours at most."

Having answered, the doctor took one last look at the patient before silently leaving the ward.

The space was left with just the two of them.

Keane walked over, sat down on the chair beside the hospital bed, and solemnly held the girl’s hand.

Before long, the phone rang.

He picked it up to answer.

The other end reported: "Sir, the club is sealed off. We saw Miss Prescott enter the room in the surveillance footage; Second Miss Thorne was also inside, leaving shortly after you both exited. Additionally, the incense burner in the room appears to be the cause of Miss Prescott’s fainting. It has been taken for testing, and Second Miss Thorne is now in our custody."

At the mention of "Second Miss Thorne," Keane frowned, immediately piecing together parts of the story.

He coldly said, "Take her away first. Have Miles Morgan give me an explanation."

"Understood."

...

At the club.

Both the front and back entrances had public officials checking each person leaving for contraband.

The whole club staff were thrown into chaos.

Miles Morgan’s phone rang incessantly, but he remained in his private domain, legs crossed on the sofa, calmly observing the view outside the window.

His left hand twirled a lighter, occasionally producing a crisp metallic clink, seemingly disconnected from the turmoil outside, utterly unfazed.

The manager led Serena Thorne in after a knock on the door.

The moment the eldest daughter appeared, his hand froze.

Raising his eyes, he met her clear yet anxious gaze.

They held each other’s gaze for a moment.

Serena opened her lips, "The club is in trouble, and Young Master Morgan acts as if it’s none of his business."

Miles Morgan lightly curled his lips, "Just have my people take care of it; there’s no need for me to step in."

Serena walked up to him, bluntly asked, "Have you seen my sister?"

The club was so vast that even after circling it, she hadn’t seen her sister. Calling her only led to a phone that was off. Returning to the villa, she found the club was in trouble.

Miles Morgan replied casually, "She was taken away by Keane Lowell’s people."

Serena frowned, underlying anxiety, "What happened? Where are they taking my sister?"

Miles Morgan looked away, spoke in a somber tone, "You should know what kind of person your sister is. Shouldn’t you think more for yourself? Stop obsessing over your sister every moment."

Serena thought his words were off-topic and particularly puzzling, "I am her sister; of course, her affairs concern me."

His words sounded exceptionally harsh,

Miles Morgan’s brow furrowed slightly, suddenly tossing a phone in front of her, "Then take a good look at what she’s done."

Serena hesitated for a moment.

Then picked up the phone and turned on the screen.

Upon opening it, she saw a video.

The camera pointed toward the rooftop of the villa, capturing her sister using a slender hook rope, climbing down from the rooftop along the wall to the window of the sixth floor, intruding into a room.

Serena’s brows furrowed tightly.

The building was so tall, and without any protection, she dared to hang on a rope to climb the wall and break in, her courage was indeed excessive.

"Breaking in, lighting incense in Keane Lowell’s room, waiting for him to return—is this the sort of thing a lady would do? Your sister single-handedly threw my place into chaos; is this someone you’d protect?"

Serena was somewhat stunned by his words.

Not comprehending why he meddled in her family affairs.

Still, her throat tightened inexplicably, as she spoke, "No matter how unruly she acts, she is my sister. Young Master Morgan, you seem to have overstepped."

After saying this.

Serena put down his phone, turned around and left without looking back.

Her sister doing such things was unforeseen. During her years studying abroad, she had no idea what her sister had learned, daring to commit such shameless acts.

Watching her leave, Miles Morgan’s expression turned somber.

But he quickly calmed down, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly pocketed his phone and drove off the club premises.

...

In the hospital.

Keane Lowell came out of the restroom, and as soon as he took hold of her hand, he could sense her waking up.

"Claire." He called her name gently.

Claire Prescott weakly opened her eyes, dazedly looking at him. Though unable to discern the man’s features, she knew it was him.

She closed her eyes to rest briefly, then supported herself to sit up from the hospital bed.

Just as she sat up, the man embraced her from under her armpits, pulling her entirely into his arms.

She froze immediately, somewhat unable to react.