Chapter One Hundred Eighty Two

Warren looked at Blaze, who was sleeping on Siegfried's bed. While Siegfried sat on the edge of the bed with his hand still tightly gripping Blaze's hand. Ten minutes ago, he got the news that Blaze was in Siegfried's treatment room. No one knows how the man entered the VIP room floor. However, at least they found him in good condition.

"Director Lowells, we have to take patient Schift back to his ward," said doctor Ann.

"Let him sleep here for the night," said Siegfried quietly. Then the man let go of his hand and pulled the blanket closer to Blaze.

Siegfried took a breath and then turned to look at Warren, Hans, doctor Ann, and doctor Saavedra. He wanted to stand up, but his legs were still too weak. The two senior doctors stared at him closely. Of course, they didn't know why he asked Blaze to stay in his treatment room instead of being moved to an isolation ward. Warren glanced at Hans, who looked relieved.