I Think You're Sick

Medical Center.

Hospital room.

After the CT scan, they found that Brooke really had suffered intracranial bleeding from Mad Phoebe's abuse.

Fortunately, the amount of bleeding was not severe, so she did not need a craniotomy for the time being.

They gave her some hemostatic medication, combined with standard physical supportive measures, and kept her under close observation.

What happened next would depend on the results.

If the bleeding could be stopped successfully, everything would be fine.

If it did not work, they would consider surgery then.

"I won! I won!"

Only now did Brooke's fear recede, replaced by boundless joy.

"Congratulations! You won!"

Adam congratulated her, then gestured with his eyes for the referee, who had been waiting nearby, to come over.

"Here's your prize money!"

The referee hurriedly handed Brooke the hundred-thousand-dollar check he had prepared long ago but had never gotten the chance to give her.

This contest had worn down even his patience.

He regretted taking this job.

After all.

The two brides-to-be had stood there for two whole days, and he, the referee, had accompanied them for those two full days.

He had thought standing on cabinets for two entire days, followed by a fight where bloody scalp and hair flew through the air and blood splattered onto wedding dresses, was already outrageous enough.

Who could have imagined that one of them would nearly lose her life?

This...

Brides-to-be who went crazy were truly terrifying!

"When I'm discharged, I'll donate it."

Brooke admired the check for a moment, then explained herself to Adam, who was treating the injuries on her face.

Normally, Lexie and the others could have handled something this minor.

But Brooke would be getting married soon, and Phoebe had hit and scratched her face. Adam had decided to handle it himself and