The grim voice startled the doctor into panic. "President Miller, this is truly... just a superficial wound..."
His gaze lingered on the unconscious woman on the hospital bed, her pallid face devoid of life, and his brows instantly sharpened with fury.
"Just a superficial wound, and yet she looks like she's stepped one foot into the gates of hell?!"
The words seemed to strike a nerve, intensifying the hostility emanating from him. His voice, already grim, turned icier, sharper.
"Bring me the best doctor immediately! If she's not cured right away, I'll tear this hospital apart!"
His roar was almost deafening, striking fear into everyone in the room. The entire ward froze, bodies stiff with terror.
"Please calm down, President Miller... I'll... I'll fetch someone..."
No one dared to question the validity of Travis Miller's words. After all, who would willingly oppose him?
The truth was simple: elites like him were not to be provoked.
But...
Who exactly is this woman?
