Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 441

Despite poring over the problem for a long time, the specialists of Xenhall Hospital still could not identify the cause of Wilhelm's illness.

Furthermore, given his advanced age, the arsenal of medicine at their disposal was more restricted.

The specialists could only return to the ward and further observe Wilhelm's condition.

Luna saw the specialists returning, so she came out to search for Harold.

As he was suffering from amnesia, she was concerned he might get lost.

“Are you worried that Bill would find fault with you if Old Mr. Condle's condition worsens?” Harold asked after a moment's thought upon noticing Luna's expression when she emerged from the ward.

“That's just one of the reasons. Old Mr. Condle came to me for a prescription, so I feel terrible about him ending up in such a state,” Luna replied gloomily, shaking her head.

“Do you have any cash on hand? Lend me a hundred, will you?”

Upon hearing her words, Harold gritted his teeth as if coming to a decision. Instead of consoling Luna, he asked to borrow money.

His strange request took Luna aback.

“What do you need money for?” She gazed at Harold suspiciously. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

She was always wary about matters involving money, especially since she and Harold had only known each other for a day.

We don't even know each other because he can't even remember his name. I still don't know what he's called. I suppose I should count myself lucky that he only asked for a paltry sum of a hundred.

“I'll keep it a secret for the time being,” Harold answered mysteriously.

Initially, he wanted to tell her the conclusion he came up with upon examining Wilhelm.

After further consideration of the matter, however, he decided against it because Luna wouldn't even believe that he was the God of War. Besides, as his analysis was unverified, she may not believe him if he told her.

As a result, Harold could only deal with the matter with secrecy.

He planned to go to the pharmacy and procure the medication to treat Wilhelm.

When Old Mr. Condle's condition improves, they would believe me. I won't have to explain myself by then.

“You are behaving very suspiciously. I'm starting to wonder if you're pretending to have memory loss and are waiting to gain my sympathy to swindle my money when the time is right. Here. Pay me back when you regain your memory!”

Despite complaining about Harold possibly swindling her, Luna reached into her pocket and produced a banknote, which she stuffed into Harold's hand.

“Thanks, Luna. Wait here for me, and I'll be back in a second.”

He took the money and bolted after hastily thanking Luna.

“Hey, where are you going? You're not actually conning me, are you? Why did you want that hundred for?”

After watching Harold run off with the money, Luna became convinced that he had swindled her, so she gave chase.

As the hospital was crowded, she had lost sight of Harold by the time she arrived at the hospital entrance.

Harold, on the other hand, had arrived at a dispensary near the hospital, which was why she could not find him.

After trying and failing to locate Harold, she returned to Wilhelm's ward reluctantly.

Well, I'm never getting that money back again. As for Harold's medical expenses, I'll think of it as paying him back for rescuing me and the clinic.

As she reached the ward entrance, the sound of Johnny's words from inside sent a chill down her spine.

“Old Mr. Condle's lungs had turned white, Mr. Miles, and fibrosis is progressing rapidly. Without timely medication, he'll lose his lungs. Even if we discover the cause of his illness, surgery might be required to replace them.”

Johnny told Wilson and the other specialists, holding the disk he had just procured.

Luna dashed into the ward when she heard Johnny's words and anxiously cried out, “He's too old for that! With his weakened immune system, surgery to replace his lungs carries too much risk, with only a twenty percent chance of success!”