The moment Nora spoke, Janson and the others' gazes fell on her. It reduced the pressure on Morris.
Janson's gaze landed on Old Terry lying on the stretcher.
Earlier, he had seen his father's body. His father's heart had stopped beating. Blood and brain matter had oozed out from his temples. It was a tragic sight.
His colleagues had pulled him away.
At this moment, he turned around and saw that Old Terry's chest was heaving weakly on the stretcher. It was obvious that he was nearly dead.
Janson's eyes turned even redder. He asked with a trembling voice, "Can you really treat him?"
Nora nodded.
However, Ruth, who had finished treating her wounds, held her arm and said, "Miss Smith, what the doctors said earlier clearly indicated that he can't be saved. It's not good for Old Terry if you forcefully keep him alive! His brain is already dead, so why are you torturing his body like this? Just to avoid punishment for Karl?"
