Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 446

Harold's words made Bill snort, and he mocked, “Pft! You? God of War? Who was that God of War raising money for The Veteran's Foundation at Dellmoor the other day, then? You're not going to tell me that it's you too, right?”

Everyone other than the richest man in Xenhall agreed with Bill's words.

“God of War at Dellmoor was an imposter,” Harold confidently said to them.

He, too, was confused. He could not believe someone actually dared to impersonate him, and he wondered if the person was truly not afraid of getting detected by the big shots in Jussipi.

Upon hearing Harold's response, the people in the ward began sharing looks with each other.

His explanation sounded too far-fetched.

I can't believe he's saying that God of War at Dellmoor was an imposter! Doesn't he know that God of War is the spiritual symbol of Chanaeans? There's no way someone would dare to impersonate God of War and fearlessly strut around in public. That'll be akin to a death wish!

Only the richest man in Xenhall, Lothar Hightower, believed Harold.

Nevertheless, he still did not dare to stand up and show his support for Harold without evidence.

Thus, he kept his silence first.

“His name is Harold, and he knows some martial arts. He's a big fan of God of War, and he got injured here. That's why he's spouting nonsense. You don't need to take his words seriously,” Luna quickly explained when she noticed the strange stares they were casting at Harold.

Once she was done speaking, she even sneakily pointed at her head.

Then, she spun around to glare at Harold, subtly telling him to keep quiet.

“I'm just saying the truth! Why won't you believe me?” Harold said to Luna in frustration when he registered her tone and action.

Luna gave him another glare when she realized he was still running his mouth.

“Shut it! You talk too much!”

After hearing Luna's words, the people took in the hospital garb Harold was wearing and became convinced.

In the next second, the director and the doctors broke into a cold sweat.

A man with a screw loose had just fed Wilhelm unknown substances.

If he died because of that, the hospital would be in deep trouble.

Fortunately, the medicine that Harold fed Wilhelm turned out fine.

“What did that young man give Old Mr. Condle earlier? What's Old Mr. Condle's cause of illness?” the director worriedly asked once he wiped away the sweat on his forehead. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I think Old Mr. Condle had toxoplasmosis, and Harold gave him pyrimethamine and sulfadiazine,” Luna replied.

Realization struck the doctors like a bolt from the blue.

Toxoplasmosis was not a difficult infection to treat—it was only harder to diagnose, so her reply put the director and the doctors at ease.

Even if the diagnosis was wrong, the medicine Harold fed Wilhelm would not harm him.

Furthermore, it seemed like Harold's judgment had been right.

When the doctors and the director realized that a man with a screw loose had figured out Wilhelm's diagnosis in the blink of an eye while they had not, they lowered their heads in shame.

“This is so darn humiliating!”

It did not help that many prominent figures were watching them as well.

The shame made their faces red as they desperately wished for the ground to swallow them up.