William Cole followed Master Dr. Brews, making his way inside Prospers Mercy Hall.
Isabel Warner was incessantly shaking Lynn Warner, who sat on the chair.
At that moment, Lynn Warner's eyes were tightly closed. His breathing and heartbeat had stopped.
"Dad! Dad!"
"Wake up! Don't scare me!"
Tears streamed down Isabel Warner's face as she desperately pinched Lynn Warner's philtrum.
However, it was all in vain. Lynn Warner had lost all senses as if he was dead.
Isabel Warner turned her head, yelling at Valerie and Elsie Dawn, "Quacks! A group of quacks! My father was perfectly fine before your treatment killed him!"
"Lady, what you're saying is really offensive. Your father was already old and had reached his limit. What do you mean by saying you were killed by us?" Valerie Dawn furrowed her brows.
Quite a few patients in the medical hall had already turned to watch.
Killed patients in the medical hall?