At this moment, someone was coming out of the hospital’s neurology department. A female doctor was in the center, surrounded by several medical staff who were all reporting to her, occasionally jotting down her words.

“Right now, this child is very strange. He’s actually a bit better with strangers, but the closer someone is to him, the more he resists them. He’s even tried to hurt his family—just the night before last, he stabbed his father in the leg. Luckily, he’s only six years old, so he’s not very strong and the wound wasn’t deep. This is already the eighth time he’s run away from home. When he meets outsiders, he says his parents are trying to kill him, and even claims his grandparents want to sell him…”

“Dr. Sullivan, we’ve never encountered this kind of condition before. I’ve checked all the literature and found nothing.”

“His parents have taken him to hospitals all over the country countless times. This time, he ran away from home again and went straight to the police station, saying his aunt wanted to sell him. I mean, he’s only six years old…”

The beautiful doctor was listening intently to the report, and just happened to walk past Henry Brooks and Brian Foster. She glanced up at them without thinking.

“It’s you…” The beautiful doctor suddenly stopped in her tracks and looked at Henry Brooks. Without any makeup, her complexion was as radiant as the morning glow on snow, but her beautiful face instantly turned cold as water.

Kevin Sullivan, the youngest and most beautiful attending physician in the neurology department. In Henry Brooks’s memory, there was once an incident where he had someone invite her out and got her drunk, almost succeeding in his scheme. Things turned ugly and even reached the hospital director. Because of this, Kevin Sullivan hated Henry Brooks to the core, and thus knew his identity.

Because his body was extremely weak—having been in a car accident, staying up all night, and undergoing surgery—Henry Brooks looked terrible at this moment.

But in Kevin Sullivan’s eyes, it took on a different meaning. She had just heard about what happened from her colleagues.

“Good-for-nothing, serves you right,” Kevin Sullivan said, glaring fiercely at Henry Brooks, then straightened her back and prepared to walk past him.

Henry Brooks cursed the original owner of this body in his heart. Damn, what a terrible reputation—how could he have done such sleazy things? What bad luck!

Not good, his body was too exhausted. He hadn’t thought about anything else since waking up, but this guy had only drunk alcohol and eaten nothing all day yesterday, then got into a car accident, stayed up all night, and had surgery…

Henry Brooks’s eyelids drooped, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the side.

By coincidence, Henry Brooks fell right in the direction of Kevin Sullivan. Kevin Sullivan froze in her tracks and exclaimed, “What are you doing!”

Kevin Sullivan reached out to catch Henry Brooks, but she wasn’t strong enough to hold him up, and ended up falling to the side with him. At that moment, only one thought flashed through Kevin Sullivan’s mind: was Henry Brooks really crazy?

To do something like this in public—no way, this time she absolutely wouldn’t let him off the hook!

“Dr. Sullivan…”

“Henry Brooks!”

…

Brian Foster stepped forward to support Henry Brooks, while Kevin Sullivan’s staff helped her up.

“Henry Brooks, what’s wrong with you?” Brian Foster held up Henry Brooks, only to realize he had fainted, which made Brian Foster panic. He’d thought Henry Brooks was just fooling around, but hadn’t expected him to actually pass out. Now things were really troublesome.

Thinking of last night’s car accident and the near-death experience, Brian Foster’s heart trembled. This was bad, really bad. If something happened to him, he’d be in big trouble. He should have insisted on a full check-up—there must be some internal injury.

Supported by her staff, Kevin Sullivan stood up and glared furiously at Henry Brooks: “Chen… Han…”

Afraid of delaying Henry Brooks’s treatment, Brian Foster hurriedly said, “Dr. Sullivan, Henry Brooks was in a car accident yesterday and hasn’t rested well. Today he even performed a major thoracic surgery, so he’s extremely weak right now. Please help us out and find a bed quickly.”

Brian Foster said this partly to avoid responsibility, but it turned out to be the right thing to do.

“He… performed a thoracotomy?” Kevin Sullivan didn’t believe it at all. “If you said he was out partying, I’d believe that.”

“I don’t care what’s going on between you two,” Brian Foster said angrily, then turned to the people beside him: “This is a hospital—are you just going to watch a patient faint here and do nothing?”

Although Kevin Sullivan didn’t believe what Brian Foster said, she still signaled her staff to get a bed.

“His car was taken away, which means the chairman is determined to discipline this second-generation rich kid. Could it be…” Kevin Sullivan looked at the unconscious Henry Brooks, connecting the dots with what had just happened.

Fainting just because his car was taken away—Kevin Sullivan was full of contempt. “Pathetic.”

Afterward, Brian Foster pushed Henry Brooks for a round of examinations. Henry Brooks woke up during the process, and overall, there were no obvious problems with his body. They were going to prescribe some glucose and tonics and give him a couple of days of IV drips, but Henry Brooks firmly refused.

He only asked Brian Foster to buy him some food, a few pieces of chocolate, two cups of coffee, and some sports drinks.

After all this, it was already noon. After eating, Henry Brooks wiped his hands with a wet tissue.

“Director Foster, thank you so much. When I have money, I’ll treat you to a meal… but who knows how long that’ll be. Oh, right, I don’t seem to have a payroll card. Could you please help me ask about it?”