Chapter 1010 Roll up your sleeves
My heart is beating wildly. Even if I use all my strength to control it, panic and fear still surge in like a tide.
Ding!
When the elevator arrived, Lucas rushed out like a gust of wind. He raised his hand to stop a taxi and took out three green bills with Franklin's face on it.
"Mount Sinai Hospital. Red lights and speeding are on me."
With a face as deep as water and murderous intent, one look could kill the other person. Lucas exuded a cold and dangerous aura from all over his body.
Rush all the way.
The taxi braked suddenly and stopped at the entrance of Mount Sinai Hospital.
Lucas moved forward unstoppably——
Observe, judge, identify, and take action.
There was no pause or inquiry along the way, and they arrived at the destination in such a mighty manner. The busy and tense crew could be seen in the distance. The entire corridor was packed to the brim, and there was no order at all. Although no one spoke, But oppressive confusion and anxiety hung in the air.
Lucas didn't have time to distinguish who was who, so he quickly scanned the crowd and caught the target at a glance.
"Noah!"
"Tell me, what happened? Where is Anson now, and who is the attending doctor?"
In a few words, Lucas caught him Key points——
Now, nothing else matters, only Anson is important.
Noah's eyes were full of panic, and he fell into deep self-blame, "It's me, it's all my fault, I didn't take good care of Anson, Mr. Wood, I'm sorry."
"Anson... ...Anson fell from a two-story height while filming. He, he lost consciousness and is now being scanned..."
Incoherent and scurrying, Noah tried to calm down, but My mind was a mess, and I was instantly pulled into darkness by fear.
A hint of haze flashed across Lucas's expressionless face, "How did these things happen?"
ACCIDENT? Or an accident?
However, Noah's face was blank, and there was obviously no answer to Lucas's question, "No... I don't know, everything happened too fast."
"Wood Sir, Anson, Anson was almost speechless, what if..."
Didn't dare to continue the words, lest he said a prophecy, Noah closed his mouth tightly, and the focus of his eyes slowly disappeared. Come on.
Suddenly, Lucas's heart almost stopped beating, and he stood there blankly, as if he was in an ice cellar in the middle of summer.
calm!
He needs to calm down, Anson needs him.
Amidst the chaos, Lucas clenched his fists and dug his neatly manicured nails into his palms. He still felt no pain, but he finally felt the stability of his feet on the ground, and his blood seemed to start flowing again.
"Don't worry. No matter what happens, Anson will always have me."
Lucas lightly patted Noah on the shoulder, trying to calm him down and try to find his way back to him. Back to focus.
"On the phone just now, you said that Anson was conscious and started a conversation with you?"
Noah nodded casually, "He was still joking with us, but it only lasted a short while before he fainted. In the past, the emergency personnel said it might be because of pain, and then they got into the ambulance. Anson woke up briefly and said..."
Noah glanced at Lucas cautiously.
Lucas didn’t speak, just looked at Noah quietly.
Noah said obediently, "Anson said, don't call mom and dad."
Lucas: ...
Noah tried to defend Anson, "He is also worried about them..." Lucas glanced at Noah, and Noah cut off all the rest of his words. Obviously, Luca Spin knew Anson better than Noah and did not need Noah's defense.
Noah stood where he was, and even from a short distance away he could still feel the coldness emanating from Lucas's body. It was not only a way of keeping strangers away, but also like a Buddha. The posture of blocking the killing Buddha and the killing god, that unabashed flamboyance, made the surrounding air gradually cool down.
Not only Noah, but also the rustling noise beside him gradually became mysteriously quiet, and their eyes turned to Lucas.
Lucas didn't care, nor would he care, his mind was filled with the situation in front of him.
Now, Anson is undergoing a scan. Everything still needs to wait for the scan results and the doctor’s diagnosis. No matter what, Anson is the most important.
However, this does not mean that he needs to sit here and wait.
There are still a lot of things waiting to be resolved.
Lucas sorted out an idea from the chaos and noise, and felt gravity pulling his heart back to the ground again.
"Okay, now we still have things to be busy with. The causes and consequences, the ins and outs, things can't be left unclear. I need your help."
"First, find a lounge and let the crew Everyone gather together and don't disrupt order here. The disorder in the hospital can easily create opportunities to fish in troubled waters."
"Secondly, I need you to contact Edgar and tell him the whole thing. He is too far away from Los Angeles. But he can go directly to the Sony Colombia office. They need to organize a press team to protect the hospital and prevent the paparazzi from breaking in; on the other hand, they can publish the official position and not let the media speculate randomly."
" Again, I need you and the person in charge of the set to recall carefully that there was not just one witness to the incident, but all the people who witnessed the entire incident, and ask them what they saw and what happened. I need to piece together the whole story. , how did it happen?"
"Finally."
Lucas paused, his temples beating rapidly, an uncontrollable anger burning in his chest.
"Tell me where the director is. There are some things I need to talk to him about."
Noah looked at Lucas blankly, a murderous aura rushing towards him, and he couldn't help but Swallow.
Lucas noticed it and tugged the corner of his mouth slightly, "Don't worry, I won't hurt him."
Noah actually nodded in agreement.
To be honest, the chaos is still chaotic, unsettling, and restless.
Lucas has always been unable to settle down, but the more this happens, the more focused Lucas becomes, with only one thought in his mind -
No matter what, he will not let this matter be taken lightly. Let it go easily, even if it was just an accident, someone must be responsible for the accident. No one can hurt his brother and then turn around and walk away unscathed.
No one.
He doesn't mind getting his hands dirty if necessary.
Accidents are very bad, very, very bad, but the accident has happened. There is no need to dwell on it. What is more important than the accident is the subsequent solution and response.
Sighing out a breath, Lucas thought about it carefully to make sure he didn't miss anything; in a hurry, he would not be able to take care of all aspects of the tickets for a while, so for the time being, if there is anything missing later, he would Feel free to add.
Sight, refocus.
"Noah, I believe in you."
With a simple sentence, he grasped Noah's center of gravity, stabilized himself amidst the swaying and agitation of the stormy sea, and his eyes finally found focus. .
Noah wiped his cheeks randomly, nodded solemnly, and meticulously reorganized what Lucas had told him, and then took a decisive step forward.
Lucas looked in the direction that Noah just pointed, and found Sam Remy sitting on the bench with a tired face, messy hair, and dull eyes in the crowd, and walked towards him. .
(End of this chapter)