(Renandra POV)
I walked out of the room, Nafisa is still unconscious and now I have to call Aunt Clarke, But the movement of my hand is stopping, I forget that I don't have a cellphone. I finally walked into the administration, they looked polite and bowed respectfully.
"Can I use the phone here?" I asked one of the nurses on duty.
"Ah yes, please Mr. Renand." He said, I nodded and started dialing the number I was going to call. Wait a few moments, and the number is connected. "Hello Uncle." I said quickly.
"Renand? It's you? You changed your number? ah no, where are you now?" Uncle's question really hurts my ears.
"I'm in the city center hospital, can Uncle come here with Aunt Clarke? Breath of an accident and there is a little problem that makes me a little suspicious. Bring a new cellphone for me, please clean the data on the old cellphone, Uncle." I said a little commanding.