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Chapter 4486
Lochlan's words were cruel; nobody would be able to accept such harsh facts.
Despite that, nobody dared to question him.
After all, Grandma Bolton's life was at stake.
Who would dare refute him?
"No!"
"There has to be some way!"
"There has to be!"
Azrael gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.
"That suspect must've been bribed! She poisoned my mother!"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"She knows how to save her!"
"Bring her here right now!"
"I'll question her myself!"
"If she doesn't give the antidote, I'll kill her!"
"I'll kill her entire family, too!"
"I'll dig up her ancestors' corpses and burn them to a crisp!"
If ordinary people said this, people would see it as showing off and nothing more.
Even if princes and young masters said such a thing, no one would believe it.
But when Azrael said it, it didn't seem like an empty promise.
Many of the prominent figures there were dead silent. They all trembled in their boots, as if they actually saw
Azrael's threats coming true.
"You're an adult, Mr. Bolton! You should know that there's no time!"
"It doesn't matter how you'll deal with the suspect later."
"We have limited time!"
"If we keep stalling, your mother's condition will worsen!"
"Make your decision!"
Lochlan took out his medicine box and started disinfecting his needles, all the while looking calmly at Azrael.
The well-known medical experts locked eyes, and nodded at each other.
"You should trust the Needle King, Mr. Bolton. He represents the top of all medical skill in Golden Sands."
"Nobody can doubt his deduction! It'll be no different if Senior Armstrong's here."
The medical staff all nodded.
"That's right, Mr. Bolton. Trust the Needle King!"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"He'll do his best! We're sure of it!"
"There's nobody better than him here right now!"
Many of the prominent figures spoke up; they could tell that Azrael was feeling awful.
That said, Lochlan's chances of saving Grandma Bolton would only worsen if they kept stalling.
Azrael's expressions kept changing, and he gritted his teeth.
Right as he was ready to make a decision, someone suddenly spoke up.
"Mr. Bontol. Judging from what I can see, we don't have to force the poison out of Grandma Bolton just yet."
"If you let me help you, she'll live for at least another twelve years."
Everyone was dead silent.
They all looked around, and saw a young man standing right in front of Grandma Bolton. He was looking at her face
with narrowed eyes, his expression deep.
"Who are you, kid?"
"Where did you come from?" the hospital's director shouted, his face dark.
'How dare he cause trouble right now? Does he want Azrael to kill me?!'
'Did I disrespect his ancestors for him to do this to me?'
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