Although Isaac knew tonight‘s battle would be dreadful, he never expected so many elites to get hurt. He rushed out of the plane with Evie unconscious in his arms.
"Apothecary, hurry! Come over and take a look!" Isaac shouted as he hurried down the spiral stairs.
Harry sprinted over. He held Evie's wrist, closed his eyes, and focused on feeling her pulse.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Isaac staring at him anxiously.
He rarely ever saw his boss so nervous. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but he broke into a grin.
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