William Clark was really anxious now, and shouted at James Sutton, “Do you even understand how to save someone? You’re making things worse for him!”

James Sutton glared back without backing down and said, “How do I not understand? I just know that Mr. Bolton is sick, and I need to get him to the hospital as fast as possible.”

“I’ll tell you again, Mr. Bolton has had a cerebral hemorrhage. If you move him recklessly, you’ll only make his condition worse—he could easily die.” William Clark grabbed James Sutton’s arm, stopping him from touching Mr. Bolton any further.

If someone else had said this, James Sutton might have considered it, but since it was William Clark, James Sutton immediately snorted coldly and said, “If you’re stopping me from taking Mr. Bolton to the hospital, then you’re committing murder!” Then he turned to Helen Carter and said, “Helen Carter, help me out here! If we wait any longer, I’m afraid something really bad will happen to Mr. Bolton.”

“Do you realize you’re killing someone?” William Clark was truly angry now, the veins on his forehead bulging.

James Sutton curled his lip in disdain and said, “Me, killing someone? What a joke. I think you’re the one blatantly trying to kill Mr. Bolton.”

Seeing the two of them at a stalemate, Helen Carter also spoke up in frustration, “William Clark, get out of the way! Are you really going to just stand there and watch Mr. Bolton die?”

If William Clark kept trying to reason with James Sutton at this point, he really would have to watch Mr. Bolton die. And James Sutton, proud and stubborn, was trying to show off in front of Helen Carter—there was no way he’d listen to William Clark.

The most important thing now was to stop them from moving the patient any further. William Clark couldn’t worry about anything else—he suddenly slapped James Sutton across the face, his eyes flashing coldly, and snorted, “If you dare touch Mr. Bolton again, I’ll kill you. And you two, get out of my way—don’t get in the way here.”

These last two sentences were shouted at… Helen Carter and Emily Thompson.

Chapter 010: Rescue

Back in high school, William Clark may have given up on studying, but he was never the type to throw his weight around at school. His only real hobby was going out to play arcade games; fighting and brawling had nothing to do with him. In fact, if a fight broke out, he’d stay as far away as possible. He had never been this forceful before, and now he stunned everyone—including the slapped James Sutton, as well as Helen Carter and Emily Thompson. When William Clark pushed all three of them aside, none of them reacted at all.

Squatting down, William Clark gently laid the sideways Mr. Bolton flat, being especially careful with his head, turning it to the side. Immediately, more vomit spilled from Mr. Bolton’s mouth.

“Don’t just stand there—call 120 right now and tell them someone here has had a cerebral hemorrhage!” After finishing all this, William Clark shouted without turning his head, then added, “Who has tissues? …A handkerchief will do.” William Clark’s mind was still very clear at this moment. As soon as he mentioned tissues, he remembered that at this time, tissues were a luxury item—ordinary students couldn’t afford them.

“I… I have one!” Helen Carter snapped out of it, quickly pulling out a small, floral, faintly scented handkerchief and handing it over.

“William Clark! How dare you hit me!” James Sutton finally came to his senses, clutching his face and shouting, then kicked at William Clark’s back.

William Clark was completely unprepared and took the kick squarely, stumbling and almost falling onto Mr. Bolton. He was furious—this James Sutton was truly useless, only making things worse, still trying to act tough at a time like this. But he couldn’t be bothered to argue, and said to Helen Carter, “If you want to save Mr. Bolton, you’d better make that idiot stop.”

Helen Carter was stunned for a moment. William Clark’s composure and determined gaze made her believe him, and she quickly called out, “Everyone, hold back James Sutton and let William Clark help Mr. Bolton!”

Two boys quickly restrained James Sutton, who was still shouting, “William Clark, you’re harming Mr. Bolton! If anything happens to Mr. Bolton, you’ll be responsible!”

William Clark snorted coldly and said, “I can take responsibility. But if I don’t do anything now, do you dare take responsibility?”

James Sutton was at a loss. He had no idea how to save someone, and now seeing how deftly William Clark was handling things, with some experience, he lost his nerve. This was a matter of life and death—he might be young and hot-blooded, but he knew this wasn’t something to be reckless about. Most importantly, he saw everyone looking at him with disgust, and though he opened his mouth, he couldn’t say a word.

By now, William Clark had already unbuttoned Mr. Bolton’s shirt, exposing his chest. He took the handkerchief, rolled it up, and stuffed it between Mr. Bolton’s teeth to prevent him from biting his tongue, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

“William Clark, what should we do now?” Seeing William Clark stop, Helen Carter asked cautiously. By now, she had unconsciously started to trust William Clark.