Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 442

Hearing that, the director and the rest of the specialists fell silent, and their expressions turned grim.

Those who had come to visit the old man were even more distressed.

Wilhelm's son, Bill, endured the brunt of it. He'd assumed his dad would be all right as long as the latter was given an IV drip treatment.

It was just a fever, after all.

Never in his wildest dreams would he have expected matters to take a turn for the worse.

It was all thanks to the big shots' providence on his dad's account that his life in Xenhall was a bed of roses.

Otherwise, he would have been incarcerated long ago.

He would be losing his primary source of support if his dad were to pass on. That would be a devastating blow to him.

“You quack doctors can't even treat a simple fever! I'll be sure to sue your hospital to the point of bankruptcy if anything happens to my dad!” he bellowed.

Turning to Luna, he snapped, “You too, Luna Leiden! Don't you dare think you'd be excused from being held responsible!”

Bill began railing at Luna and the specialists in the hospital out of desperation.

Everyone was taken aback by his outburst, and their faces fell.

They were perfectly aware that Bill was a delinquent through and through and could very well put his words to action.

Plus, his dad had a widespread network of connections, so their hospital would most likely be done for if they were sued.

This was why they dreaded offending such a scoundrel!

Harold returned just as everyone was at their wit's end.

Harold had overheard their conversation while he was at the entrance and interjected, “I can treat Old Mr. Condle's condition!”

His voice attracted the attention of those who were in the ward.

“Harold, stop with your nonsense!”

Luna's face lit up with joyful astonishment at Harold's return, yet she remained doubtful of his claims and urged him to retract his statement. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

The specialists stared at Harold apprehensively.

After all, how could a mere patient be capable of treating Wilhelm when even multiple specialists couldn't come up with a solution?

They thought he was just trying to cause more trouble.

Johnny was the most skeptical of them all, as he'd heard from Luna that Harold had an unsound mind and was here for a check-up.

He didn't believe a single word Harold was saying.

Bill took in the reactions of the specialists and questioned him coldly, “What gave you the audacity to claim that you can treat my dad when so many specialists can't even determine the root cause of his sickness?”

“I said I can, and I will. Let me ask you a question. Do you have a pet at home?”

Harold replied by throwing him another question instead of addressing the one directed at him.

“So what if I do?” Bill deadpanned.

“That's what I suspected. Get out of the way, all of you. I bought some medicine from the pharmacy. He'll be fine once he consumes them.”

Harold had learned his lesson. Since none of them would believe him, he chose to force-feed Wilhelm the medication instead of pointing out directly what ailed him.

“Who is this man? Is he a doctor as well?”

Wilson looked at Johnny and Luna confoundedly.

“Mr. Miles, he certainly isn't. He's but a patient from Dr. Leiden's clinic! He was brought here for a checkup as he's suffering from some mental problems,” explained Johnny to the director and the specialists while wearing an odd look.

Hearing Johnny's explanation, everyone directed their death stares at Luna.

“I-It's true that there's something wrong with his brain since he has amnesia!”

Luna nodded frantically as she admitted to the fact that Harold was suffering from mental problems.

Her words rendered everybody speechless.

The only person who considered the situation before him was the richest man in Xenhall, the director of Hightower Pharmaceutical Group.

Harold had become the target of everyone else's ire.

“What buffoonery! Let one of the nurses bring this patient out to get checked!” Wilson chastised.