CHAPTER 379: CHAPTER 379: THE CROWN PRINCE HIMSELF ARRIVES (PART 8)

In her memory, there’s no more recollection of Lucas Knight... never to be found again.

She only felt a desire to eat crucian carp.

Wanting someone to help her pick out the fish bones.

--- Time Split ---

Three days later.

New York, Hospital.

The man lying on the hospital bed had a handsome face with cold, deep features, exuding an icy aura.

His chest felt a dull pain, almost suffocating.

His long, well-jointed fingers moved slightly, and the next moment, he opened his cold, deep phoenix eyes.

"Mr. President!"

The expert by the bedside respectfully said, "Mr. President, you’ve suffered very serious injuries, both internal and external, and you need to rest for a period of time."

"The wound on your chest is very deep, recovery is slow. Once healed, it might leave a scar..."

"Mr. President, I shall take my leave."

Lucas Knight didn’t speak, and the doctors and experts all respectfully withdrew.

Injury?

Very serious?

He forcibly sat up, discovering his chest felt as if a piece of meat was gouged out, didn’t feel painful anymore, as it had already gone numb.

In his mind, there’s a loss of memory; these days, all memories were gone.

Looking down, he opened his robe, discovering thick gauze wrapped around his chest and shoulder.

Damn it, that bastard, what did he do, wasn’t it agreed... he wouldn’t come out, why come out to cause trouble again...

Wife.

Wife!

His deep eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, his wife... and his heir...

Lucas Knight had a stern face like an iceberg, damn it, that bastard inside his body, agreed not to come out, whenever he comes out, trouble ensues.

Hope she’s alright.

Wife should be fine, right?

His heart raced, he pushed open the ward door, colder than ever, without looking back, he walked away.

At this time, Alexander Kingsley hasn’t awakened yet; after all, the injuries were extremely severe!

Seeing that super VIP, that monumental figure walk out of the hospital, the dean was terrified, rushing up with a group of experts: "Mr. President, you’re injured now, you need to rest."

"The wound on your chest is very severe, you just escaped death, you can’t leave the hospital."

Lucas Knight’s ink-dark brows furrowed, his cold eyes like blades, shooting straight at the dean, without speaking.

Those who know him, know.

He’s angry.

Despite his emotions never showing on his face, always wearing an iceberg demeanor, yet that iceberg face is as stunningly lethal as a poppy flower.

The surrounding temperature dropped, Lucas Knight’s patience had reached its limit, his thin lips parted, angrily rebuking: "Get out."

He’s returning home to see his baby.

Does he need the dean’s approval?

Such foolishness!

"Mr. President, please calm down, calm down. Your injuries are really severe..." The dean risked his life to remind, because after all, this monumental figure, owns the hospital.

This hospital in New York is an asset of the Knight Clan.

If the dean doesn’t serve this grand master well.

It’s likely he’ll pack up and leave afterward.

The dean and experts shivered, earnestly advising: "Mr. President, you have multiple injuries, you must rest properly."

They definitely don’t want to lose their heads.

No one knew that the Admiral of the First Special District and the President were hospitalized together, both covered in injuries and blood, in a half-crippled state, terrifying the entire hospital’s experts fearing these two masters wouldn’t wake...

When those several thousand troops arrived at the hospital, guns were aimed at the dean’s head...

During that situation, the dean was so scared he almost wet his pants.