Sam was fast. He took only about ten minutes to come.

As Sam was on his way up, Deirdre was applying a damp cloth to Brendan’s forehead.

When Deirdre heard the noises, her flustered expression finally regained some composure. “Sam, take a look quickly! How’s Brendan?”

Sam hurriedly went forward and saw Brendan was delirious and had fallen into a trance. He was flushing, and his bangs were wet, sticking on his frowning brows.

He obviously knew about Brendan’s current situation. After all, the hospital had tried to stop them from going through the discharge procedures.

“Miss McKinnon, he has to be sent to the hospital.” Without delay, Sam got a jacket for Brendan and carried him down the stairs.

After taking a few steps, he asked, “Miss McKinnon, it’s late now. Would you like to take a rest first? I’ll take you to the airport tomorrow morning.”

Clenching her fist tightly, Deirdre forced herself to calm down. “How can I just walk away at this moment? I-I’ll go with you to the hospi