Chapter 439


    Bill''s outburst caught the attention of every specialist in the room. They then turned to look at Luna.


    The director and his entourage were surprised to see her dressed in their hospital''s uniform.


    “Which department are you from? I have never seen you before,” asked the middle-aged director,


    Wilson, after ncing at Luna.


    Noticing Wilson''s gaze, Johnny quickly exined the situation, “She is a friend of mine, Mr. Miles.


    Originally the director of internal medicine at Dellmoor Hospital, she now runs her own clinic. She


    brought her friend here for a check-up, and I requested her to help take a look at Old Mr. Condle.”


    “Why did Mr. Condle im she is to me for his father''s predicament?” Wilson asked with a puzzled


    expression after hearing Johnny''s exnation.


    “I run a clinic. Old Mr. Condle came to see me yesterday.”


    Luna did not conceal anything, nor could she, for the matter.


    Instead, she readily admitted that Wilhelm had visited her clinic.


    I did nothing wrong anyway, so there''s nothing to be afraid of.


    “What was your diagnosis of Old Mr. Condle''s condition then? What did you prescribe him that might


    have caused him chronic fever? We haven''t been able to determine the exact cause yet,” Wilson


    questioned with a puzzled expression.


    “When Old Mr. Condle came to me yesterday, his fever was already dangerously high. My diagnosis


    revealed that his tonsils were inmed, so I prescribed him some anti-inmmatory medication and


    something to bring down the fever. I didn''t prescribe him any special medication.”


    Luna told the crowd the truth about what had transpired the day before.


    “That''s strange. We specialists also concluded that Old Mr. Condle''s tonsils were inmed, yet this


    fever just won''t break.”


    Wilson chose to believe Luna after hearing how she had arrived at the same conclusion as the


    specialists and considering her credentials as the former director of a department in Dellmoor Hospital.


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    “Don''t listen to this quack. She must have prescribed my father something illegal, causing his fever to


    keep rpsing. I''ll call the cops on her and have her sent to prison if anything happens to him!” Bill


    began shouting at the top of his voice, panicking when Wilson and the others showed signs of believing


    Luna.


    “I understand that you''re worried about your father, Mr. Condle, but that''s no reason to use a doctor.


    We need to focus on finding out the reason for Old Mr. Condle''s fever not breaking and identify the root


    cause as soon as possible.”


    Upon noticing how distressed Luna was after being used by Bill, Johnny defended her.


    “You''ve been talking about this all day and still have note up with anything. What else is there to


    discuss? I say we should just have this quack arrested and interrogated for her motives for harming my


    father. My dad might not make it if you all continue to waste time discussing!” Bill retorted without


    showing Johnny any courtesy.


    “Bad news,” eximed the nurse monitoring the patient''s vital signs. “Old Mr. Condle is having trouble


    breathing. He requires immediate oxygen delivery, or his life would be at risk!”


    The crowd gasped.


    “Bring me a venttor at once!”


    rmed by Wilhelm''s critical situation, Wilson ordered the medical staff to begin emergency treatment


    right away.


    We''re doomed if anything happens to Old Mr. Condle in our hospital.


    He knew the extent of Wilhelm''s influence better than most.


    He has students all over the world. Even the decision-makers in Jussipi take his words seriously. His


    poprity is also evident from how the big shots in Xenhall came in such a hurry to visit him.


    Wilhelm''s condition stabilized after using the respirator.


    With how things were going, however, his life would be in danger if the respirator was removed.


    It was not feasible for him to live the rest of his days relying solely on the machine.


    Respirators were wildly expensive, costing tens of thousands required just to activate them and another


    forty thousand at least for each use.


    Even the Condle family could not afford such an extravagant cost.


    It would not take long for them to be bankrupted by Wilhelm''s medical expenditure.