Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 445

“That's right. Why haven't I thought of toxoplasmosis? A normal person infected with Toxoplasma gondii won't show any symptoms. However, this infection can be fatal if not promptly treated when contracted by pregnant women or elders with a weakened immune system. Moreover, the signs and symptoms of this disease are largely similar to other bacterial infections, so many doctors tend to overlook this cause. That is why so many specialists at the general hospital and I failed to figure out the etiology of Old Mr. Condle's illness.”

Hearing Harold mentioning toxoplasmosis, Luna exclaimed in response as clarity washed over her.

“You're so smart, recalling all of that with the slightest hint,” he praised her. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Unfortunately, his compliment merely caused her to feel ashamed.

Being proved less knowledgeable than her patient as a doctor was undoubtedly a huge slap to her face.

“Are you deliberately mocking me? Be honest with me. Were you ever a doctor?” she asked in exasperation after glaring at him.

Her sixth sense told her Harold must've been a physician in the past, not to mention one with medical skills not inferior to hers.

“Maybe. Regardless, after checking Old Mr. Condle's symptoms, countless medical-related information resurfaced in my mind, and most of them are traditional medicine-oriented,” he replied honestly.

“Don't tell me the God of War is also a doctor?” Listening to his response, Luna teased him in elation.

After getting her memory jogged by Harold, she was now entirely certain Wilhelm suffered from toxoplasmosis, and the medications Harold gave Wilhelm were the best medications to target the culprit parasite. Old Mr. Condle will recover soon. I don't have to feel guilty anymore.

While Harold and Luna chatted inside the ward, Wilson and the others had received Wilhelm's latest chest X-ray report.

Comparing the latest and previous reports, the specialists could clearly see the improvement in the condition of Wilhelm's lungs.

However, as only a short time had passed, and the medications in Wilhelm's body had yet to exert their full effect, the improvements shown in the latest report were not staggering. Nevertheless, the specialists were confident Wilhelm was making a recovery.

After the examinations were done, Wilhelm's breathing difficulties gradually disappeared as well. Even the agonized expression on his face slowly relaxed.

“The rest of you continue to check on Old Mr. Condle. We'll return to the ward to ask that young man what medications he administered to Old Mr. Condle.”

With that, Wilson hurriedly led a party back to the VIP ward.

“Young man, what's your name? Which hospital are you working in now, and what medications did you use to terminate Old Mr. Condle's fever?”

When Wilson and the others returned to the ward, their attitudes did a one-eighty when they saw

Harold.

Earlier, they scolded Harold for messing around and even said he was out of his mind.

Yet, at that instant, they addressed him as “young man” and assumed he was a doctor working in a hospital.

“I am the God of War!”

Harold couldn't remember his name, so he could only tell others his title.

Everyone inside the ward exchanged bewildered glances after hearing that. Is there really something wrong with his brain? But he doesn't seem like a mentally ill patient since he could accurately treat Old Mr. Condle's condition.

Only Lothar, the wealthiest man in Xenhall, was astounded after hearing Harold's answer.