Chapter 133: The Eccentric David Hart
"Hello, my name is Erasmus Cooke, and I am the father of the injured person. I am very grateful for your help in saving a life, thank you." The middle-aged man in a gray jacket extended his hands, gripped Yusuf Zuck’s firmly, and shook it vigorously.
Yusuf Zuck felt that Erasmus Cooke’s thank you was very sincere.
"Mr. Cooke, please don’t be polite. It just so happened to be on the way," Yusuf Zuck said with a smile.
"Yusuf Zuck, save someone to the end. Let’s go to the ward," Jerome Hart also came over and took Yusuf Zuck by the arm, meaning for Yusuf Zuck to follow them to save the person.
Yusuf Zuck pulled away from Jerome Hart and whispered, "Stop it, what makes you think I can save anyone?" As he said this, he immediately bowed to Jerome Hart’s grandfather and said, "Hello, Grandpa Hart."
"Hmm, let’s not stand here. Come inside with us and take a look," old Mr. Hart invited, gesturing towards Yusuf Zuck’s direction with a pat of his hand, then let Jerome help him walk towards the ward.
A large group of doctors in white coats, seeming to be some sort of expert team, followed old Mr. Hart, looking at Yusuf Zuck with surprise as they walked past him.
The injured man’s father, Erasmus Cooke, didn’t continue to say anything either. At this time, his son’s life was uncertain, making him look extremely dejected.
As for the other officers, they also looked somber.
After the others entered the ward, Yusuf Zuck also went in. He really didn’t want to enter, but he couldn’t explain much at such a time, nor could he just walk away, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go in.