SWNOVELS Chapter 440
After a brief discussion, Wilson, the specialists, and Johnny departed the ward to ascertain the root cause of the illness and develop a treatment plan.
"Stay here and watch Old Mr. Condle. Deal with anything that arises."
Before leaving, Johnny assigned Luna to keep watch in the ward.
After the specialists exited the ward, the big shots outside entered to see Wilhelm.
Bill, on the other hand, focused only on socializing with them.
Feeling a need to relieve herself, Luna headed to the restroom.
Harold was observing Wilhelm's symptoms from a distance when vague memories surfaced in his mind.
I seemed to have read a lot of medical books somewhere and could identify most symptoms.
Stepping forward to examine Wilhelm, Harold detected something at once.
"What are you doing, kid?"
Upon noticing Harold approaching and the hospital gown he had on, several big shots began yelling at him.
"I might know something about the cause of Old Mr. Condle's condition. Let me verify it further," Harold said to those who stopped him.
"Over my dead body. Security, throw this man out!"
Bill glared at Harold with fury, determined to regain the dignity he had lost at Luna Clinic earlier that afternoon.
Though Harold was stronger than several of his subordinates combined, Bill was brazen in the presence of the big shots as well as some members of the police force.
Naturally, he no longer feared Harold.
In response to Bill's command, two guards rushed in to escort Harold out.
"Why don't you wait outside for the time being?"
Luna came out of the restroom and, upon understanding the situation, also thought Harold was being reckless and thus asked him to wait for her outside.
She was worried Harold might do something irreparable if he remained in the ward.
Having witnessed his strength, she knew there might not be anybody who was a match for him if he remained.
Harold was aware that they would not believe him, just like how Luna and the others did not believe him to be the God of War.
So, he left the ward dejectedly.
After Harold left, a man in his fifties, who exuded a regal air, followed him out of Wilhelm's ward.
"Hello, Master Zagran? I seemed to have run into that benefactor again, but I can't be sure. Are you available right now? Can you come over to the hospital?"
After exiting the ward, the man called the renowned Oracle of Xenhall.
The young man he had seen in the ward bore a striking resemblance to the person the Oracle had mentioned during the Fields family's party.
It was due to that person that he had abandoned the notion of acquiring the Fields family.
Minutes later, a middle-aged man with a goatee who was clad in a suit arrived at the hospital.
After exchanging pleasantries with Lothar, the wealthiest man in Xenhall and the owner of Hightower Pharmaceutical Group, he studied Harold, who stood outside the ward some distance away, through his binoculars.
"That's right, Mr. Hightower. He is the one I mentioned once before. You want to take Hightower Pharmaceutical Group to greater heights, don't you? Well, here's your opportunity. From what I could tell, he has run into some trouble lately. If you could befriend him at this juncture, the Hightower family would not only improve but would even have the potential to rise to worldwide prominence," the Oracle declared with certainty after inspecting Harold through his binoculars for some time.
Harold seemed to have noticed he was being watched. He glanced at the pair.
Had he not lost his memory, he would have immediately recognized the fortune teller with the goatee as the man who had fought with him and Autumn over food at the Fields family's party.
Lothar grew excited after hearing the words of the Oracle, Democles Zagran.
He did not doubt the veracity of the latter's words, as he was one of the few who knew about Democles' background.
He was the descendant of Kommodus Zagran. Known as the Oracle, he possessed an almost prophetic ability to read fortunes.
It was also because of the Oracle's guidance that the Hightower family enjoyed the prestige they did in Xenhall.