Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 444

Aside from a few influential figures in the city, no commoners would dare lay a finger on Lothar because of his status.

“Calm down, everyone. Didn't this man say he could treat Old Mr. Condle? Perhaps he's really saving Old Mr. Condle. Our priority now should be to examine Old Mr. Condle's condition before deciding whether to apprehend this man.”

Noticing others regarding him with baffled looks, Lothar delivered the speech he had already prepared.

“That's right. You two guard the doors and prevent them from leaving. Mr. Tawle, hurry up and check Old Mr. Condle's condition.”

As the wealthiest man in the city, Lothar's words still carried significant weight. Realizing Lothar's judgment made sense, the hospital's director, Wilson Miles, immediately did as Lothar said.

Soon, the nurse, following Johnny's instruction, began taking Wilhelm's temperature.

Measuring a patient's body temperature was a process that required only five minutes, so the result was out swiftly.

Out of caution, they even used the most precise mercury thermometer to measure Wilhelm's body temperature. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

A digital thermometer would've given them the result quicker.

Approximately ten minutes had passed since Harold force-fed Wilhelm the medication, and the medicine gradually exerted its effect in the latter's body.

“Huh? Old Mr. Condle's body temperature seems to be coming down,” Johnny yelped after he removed the thermometer from Wilhelm's body and glanced at the device.

Wilhelm's body temperature, which measured thirty-nine point nine degrees Celsius initially, had dropped to thirty-nine point seven degrees Celsius.

“What? His body temperature dropped? Measure it again!”

A peculiar expression spread across the faces of everyone inside the ward when they heard about Wilhelm's lowering body temperature. Did this young man with an unsound mind really figure out Old Mr. Condle's illness and even treat him with the right medicines?

Wilson requested Johnny to remeasure Wilhelm's body temperature in disbelief.

A few minutes later, Johnny said, “Mr. Miles, Old Mr. Condle's body temperature is indeed coming down. The last measurement recorded thirty-nine point seven degrees Celsius, but it has lowered to thirty-nine degrees Celsius now. Nurse, send Old Mr. Condle to do a chest X-ray now.”

He was utterly astonished to see the result of the second reading.

Unexpectedly, Wilhelm's temperature, which had been rising persistently a while ago, began dropping exponentially around ten minutes after he had consumed that insane young man's medications.

Johnny's only concern was whether the fever would recur.

Harold let out a sigh of relief when he saw Wilhelm's body temperature dropping.

He was actually facing immense pressure earlier because he wasn't sure if his diagnosis was accurate since he couldn't even recall his own name.

Trailing after Wilhelm, the group of specialists exited the room too.

Soon, only Harold and Luna were left inside the ward as their freedom was restricted.

“What medicines did you let Old Mr. Condle eat just now?” she asked while gazing at him with a strange look on her face.

“Pyrimethamine and sulfadiazine I bought from the pharmacy,” he replied with alacrity since he didn't need to hide anything from her at that moment.

“Pyrimethamine and sulfadiazine? What exactly is the cause of Old Mr. Condle's illness?”

His answer merely puzzled her further.

Others should be asking her that question, actually.

Yet, at that moment, Luna, querying Harold curiously, had completely forgotten that she was the doctor while he was her patient.

“I caught whiffs of the smell of dogs on Old Mr. Condle just now. In addition, Bill also admitted they kept

pets at home. Hence, I guessed Wilhelm contracted toxoplasmosis, an infection caused by Toxoplasma gondii, a parasite that lives in hosts such as dogs.” Harold told Luna the result of his diagnosis.