Marseille is the second largest city in France and has a diverse mix of people and cultures. Historically, Marseille's economy has been dominated by ports belonging to the French Empire, linking the North African colonies of Algeria, Morocco and Tunisia with Metropolitan France.
Old Port as the old port was replaced by Port de la Joliette during the Second Empire and now contains restaurants, offices, bars and hotels and mostly functions as a private marina. The oldest area, Le Panier. so is Notre Dame de Major's stunning cathedral overlooking the sea. Being the most beautiful city owned by France until now.
An athletic young man lies weak, after a great battle against the allies helping his beloved country as the best military man in France. The beloved son of Pierre Boulanger from a family of bakers in the most beautiful city, was still in a semi-conscious state.
"How is my son Doctor?" Pierre looked at the doctor who was treating his favorite son.
Doctor Patrick took a deep breath, "Just wish him the best sir, I hope your son will be fine."
Patrick left Pierre in the hospital hall. a middle-aged man who works as a maker of the most delicious bread in his city, can only see resignedly from behind the door through the small glass.
"Get up son, I don't want you to get hurt this badly," bowed Pierre, approaching a chair not far from where he was standing.
Seen from a distance Mrs. Pierre's voice hurried through the hall alone, "How is my son Pierre?"
Pierre couldn't help but feel sadness from the look on his face, "He's still unconscious, my dearI told you from the start, I didn't approve of him leaving for the conflict area, but you still allowed him. What if he leaves us, I won't be able to Anelle."
Anelle could only take a deep breath, "Come back to the shop, I'll take care of it hereI don't want him to hear your regrets, as if blaming me."
The beautiful and gentle woman, sat beside Pierre. It was clear on his face full of anxiety, after hearing from the military commander, about the condition of his son lying weak when he was taken to the hospital.
"How are the other military forces doing, are they experiencing the same condition as my son?" Anelle glanced at Pierre.
"I don't know, I hope they're okay. It looks like two people were shot, but they were taken to different hospitals. did you see the heavy guard downstairs?” Pierre reassured himself.
"Hmmm, yes. I see this hospital is heavily guarded by special forces," Anelle handed a packet of bread and a cup of coffee to her husband.
Cekreek,
The treatment room door was wide open, "Madam, are you the family of Mr. who is lying in a coma inside?" A young nurse approached Anelle and Pierre.
Anelle rushed to her feet, "Yes, he is my son. How are you, have you come to your senses?"
The nurse bearing Solenne's name led Anelle to meet her son, "Please madam. Your son has started to move his hands. Every now and then he says Frithestan's name. Is that his father's name?"
Anelle knit her brows, "My husband Pierre Boulanger, we don't know Frithestan." he insisted.
"Yes-yes-yes, maybe your son is dreaming. Madam, may I ask for his data?" Solenne took a piece of paper and a pen from her shirt pocket.
Anelle glanced at Pierre, "Didn't you guys already know about our son?"
Solenne was surprised not to understand, "You mean madam?"
Anelle snorted in annoyance, "My son is a military man saved by the state. Can't you see the gunshot wound lodged in his body?"
Solenne was reluctant to continue her question. He chose to leave the treatment room, so as not to disturb the patient's condition, "It's strange, I just came in. This is the first time there are people who don't want to provide personal data as usual," he grumbled as he left the room.
Anelle approached her favorite son, tightly gripped the fingers of the best son of a civil servant, "Wake up son, don't be like this. Mami is worried."
Pierre approached Anelle, "I'll just stay here, waiting for our son to wake up. According to the doctor, he's been in a coma for two weeks. I'm afraid, something will happen."
The two middle-aged people hugged each other, "What about the surgery cost yesterday, dear. Is the money enough?"
Pierre nodded, "At least the insurance will be disbursed and our son is guaranteed by the state. That's why it is under strict control by the central military."
Anelle nodded in understanding, "Pierre, what if our son is not saved. Look at this, his face is bruised, he can't even open his eyes," she burst into tears when she saw the handsome face of her beloved son was covered in bruises.
Pierre stood, staring intently at every wound that had left his son's body.
Knock knock,
A two-star general barged into the treatment room with one of the best doctors in the hospital. they approached Pierre and Anelle who sat beside the body of a handsome man who lay weak.
"Good afternoon sir, this is General Herald Tribune. He brought your son here," explained Doctor Patrick.
Pierre approached the Herald, shook the hand of the General who saved his only son, "Thank you sir, you have saved my son," he bowed respectfully.
The Herald gently touched Pierre's arm, "Please keep your son's identity a secret, because he is the target of allies. I hope you can cooperate with us."
Anelle heard, immediately stood beside her husband, "Don't take our child as bait sir, we are just ordinary people, we don't know anything."
Pierre hugged Anelle tightly, "Calm down dear, our child is protected by themI'm sure your son will be fine, if we always take care of him."
The General Herald nodded, "Doctor Patrick is the best doctor and he will update us on your son's condition. I hope you will cooperate with the unit to do as our country commands."
Pierre and Anelle nodded in understanding, they looked back at the body of their beloved son, I don't know what was going on in their heads.
"What is he hiding, until he becomes the target of allies on the battlefield. I'm afraid dear, I'm afraid our child is threatened," Anelle cried in Pierre's arms.
Doctor Patrick smiled, calming the patient's parents, for him the safety and confidentiality of personal data must be maintained, for the sake of the best patient safety which is officially protected by the state military unit.
"Okay, I'm sorry. The escort will continue to run on each floor. I hope you don't leave your beloved son here alone. If there's anything, please contact me." The Herald Tribune shook Pierre's hand, handing Anelle a slip of paper and a black card.
"Is this General?" Anelle was shocked to receive the black card.
The name of a well-known bank is clearly visible, an eight-digit password number and the personal telephone number of the General Herald Tribune are clearly visible.
Herald smiled faintly, "This is a card to meet your son's needs while herewe have provided all the best facilities, because your son is the best military we have. Please help and cooperate."
The Herald left the treatment room, not wanting to mince words. Meanwhile Pierre and Anelle looked at each other confused.
"I'm afraid Pierre, don't let our son do something we don't know about," Anelle hugged her husband again, as she watched the Herald and Patrick leave the room.
Pierre was a little curious, muttering to himself, "What is this, why are they begging me?"
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