"Doctor, how is he?" Yolanda immediately went over, asking anxiously. The director, assistant director, producer, and many others crowded around.
There were so many people that Yvonne was stuck at the back, holding her breath as she waited for the doctor's verdict.
"Fortunately, no vital organs were injured. He has a mild concussion, but the wound on his shoulder was deep. It required several stitches," the doctor said to Yolanda, removing his sterile blue mask.
Yolanda visibly relaxed upon hearing the news.
Bennett was wheeled out of the operating room and taken to a private room.
Yvonne instinctively tried to follow, but was stopped by Yolanda's assistant.
"Ms. Jones, Mr. Thompson is injured and needs to rest. Please do not disturb him." The assistant's tone was polite but distant, with the same air of superiority as Yolanda.
"Ms. Jane, please take the crew and leave for now. Mr. Thompson does not wish to be disturbed while he recovers. I trust you will investigate the cause of this accident and provide us with a satisfactory explanation."
After speaking, the assistant walked straight into the hospital room and closed the door, shutting everyone else out.
The crew members began to leave one by one, and Yvonne could no longer linger.
She dragged her feet out of the hospital entrance.
Though it was late autumn, the sun was blazing outside, the intense light making her feel dizzy.
Yvonne slumped onto the steps at the hospital entrance, feeling numb, unable to laugh or cry.
She didn't know how long she sat there in a daze before a shadow fell over her.
Yvonne slowly looked up to see Sandra standing before her, looking down.


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