CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 49 ONCE CONTAMINATED, NO CURE IS AVAILABLE

Chloe Simpson instinctively exclaimed!

The needle was stuck in Alexander Johnson’s tightly clenched palm, and blood was dripping down.

No one knew if it was the blood of the man with HIV in the syringe, or if it was blood from the needle piercing Alexander Johnson’s hand.

"Young Mister Johnson!"

"Young Mister Johnson!"

The doctors and nurses all exclaimed in unison.

Everyone’s face turned pale, devoid of any color.

This was the heir of the wealthiest family in the Capital Circle.

Raised with privilege by the Johnson Family, held dearly at its heart.

He was also currently Ansun Hospital’s biggest benefactor.

And now, such an accident occurred.

It’s over!

If something really happened to Alexander Johnson, the whole Ansun Hospital would be finished!

Standing in the crowd was Mason Yates, the director of the Respiratory Department, who quickly called Tyler Howard.

"Dean, there’s a problem! Something happened to Young Mister Johnson..."

Tyler Howard was asleep, and upon receiving the call and hearing about Alexander Johnson’s situation, didn’t even bother changing out of his pajamas, threw on a jacket, and rushed to the hospital.

"How did an HIV patient just show up out of nowhere? Huh? How is Young Mister Johnson? Was the prophylactic administered?"

When Tyler Howard arrived, Alexander Johnson, Chloe Simpson, Lucas Hughes, and a group of doctors and nurses from the Respiratory Department were all in the office of the psychological intervention clinic.

He came in and quickly checked Alexander Johnson’s wound.

There was a very deep needle mark in Alexander Johnson’s palm.

"Dean, we’ve already given Young Mister Johnson the prophylactic, and the blood drawn from the HIV patient was a while ago, so there shouldn’t be any major problem," Mason Yates, the director of the Respiratory Department, hurriedly stepped forward and said.

"Shouldn’t? Haha, Mason Yates, you make it sound like a song. If anything really happens to Young Mister Johnson, I’ll hold you accountable!"

The word "shouldn’t" made Tyler Howard even more furious, pointing at Mason Yates’s nose and berating him.

Mason Yates bent at the waist, nodding repeatedly: "Yes, it’s all my fault. If Director Johnson really has an issue tonight, I’ll take full responsibility as the director of the Respiratory Department."

"What exactly happened tonight?" Tyler Howard examined Alexander Johnson’s wound again, still looking stern.

"It was like this, Dean. Tonight, there was a suicide incident in the East District, quite close to us, so our emergency team went. By the time we arrived, the person had already jumped into the river and was unconscious."

"The situation was very urgent at the time, so the emergency room brought the person back and sent them directly to our Respiratory Department. We worked hard for a long time to save the person."

"What we didn’t expect was that after this person woke up, they panicked. It turned out the person had HIV and was determined to die. We saved him, and he resented us for that."

"And that’s how the later incident of threatening Nurse Simpson happened. Young Mister Johnson rushed forward to save Nurse Simpson... But rest assured, we’ve already sent Young Mister Johnson’s blood for testing, and the results will be out by tomorrow."

As Mason Yates explained the whole story to Tyler Howard, Tyler Howard was also taken aback.

He never expected that Alexander Johnson would risk himself to save Chloe Simpson.

"Okay, I understand. Let Young Mister Johnson rest in the break room, and make sure all of you stay here tonight. Also, expedite the blood test results."

Tyler Howard nodded and gave more instructions to Mason Yates.

"Yes, Dean." Mason Yates finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young Mister Johnson, please go rest. I’ll have hospital staff guard you 24/7."

Tyler Howard turned to face Alexander Johnson, immediately nodding and flattering him.

"Isn’t Nurse Simpson here?"

Alexander Johnson wasn’t as tense as the others, looking up at Chloe Simpson.

"Right, how could I forget? Chloe Simpson is our emergency department’s head nurse, very professional. With her taking care of you, I’m at ease."

Tyler Howard quickly began praising Chloe Simpson.

Chloe Simpson, who had been stunned silent from start to finish, finally looked up at Alexander Johnson when she heard this.

Honestly, she still couldn’t believe it. Alexander Johnson charged forward without hesitation to save her.

That man had HIV, after all.

He was even holding a syringe with HIV-contaminated blood to threaten her.

But in such a situation, Alexander Johnson didn’t think twice about rushing in to save her.

Up till now, she vividly remembered how, at the critical moment, Lucas Hughes instinctively stepped back.

The man she dated for five years and married was eager to avoid the danger.

Yet the man she only shared one night with, the heir to the Capital Circle’s wealthiest family, saved her.

If not for her tightly clenched palm, where her nails dug in and continually reminded her with pain.

She would really think she was dreaming!

HIV, once contracted, is incurable, without any effective treatment method in the world.

Alexander Johnson, even as an outsider, must be well aware of this.

Her heart was like a cement mixer, swirling with unease, confusion, fear, and a variety of emotions intertwining.

"Alexander Johnson, why did you save me?"

When only the two of them were left in the break room, Chloe Simpson finally couldn’t resist asking.

"Because of love, do you believe?"

Alexander Johnson sat on the bed in the break room, staring intently at Chloe Simpson, speaking with conviction.

"What?"