CHAPTER 652: CHAPTER 652: FOLLOWING ONE’S CONSCIENCE

"Oh my god, this Dr. Hale really has no medical ethics at all."

"If he had medical ethics, his consulting fees wouldn’t be so high."

"This isn’t the time to talk about that. The old man is suffering so much, how can we help him..."

Many onlookers couldn’t bear it anymore and hurriedly dialed 120.

But the old man lying on the ground was still wailing in pain, scratching his head, rolling around.

While everyone was at a loss, July Quinn suddenly stepped forward.

Her movements were so swift that no one saw how she applied the needles to the old man.

But when everyone came to their senses, the old man’s face and chest were covered with several needles.

The scene looked quite terrifying, but miraculously, the old man stopped wailing and scratching.

His cloudy eyes regained focus.

Julian Norman was just hitting Simon Hale when he suddenly noticed something was off. Quickly turning around, he saw July Quinn finishing with the needles and asking about the situation.

"Old man, do you still feel feverish all over?"

"No, not anymore."

"How about your headache?"

"Still a bit."

"Alright, no worries. It will get better soon."

After the earlier experience of blood rampaging through the body and the feeling that his skull would explode, the old man once thought he wouldn’t live much longer.

But now, comforted by July Quinn’s soothing voice, he felt revived and was naturally overcome with emotion.

"Don’t cry, otherwise your son might think I did something to you."

After saying this, July Quinn began to slowly withdraw the silver needles from the old man’s body.

She wasn’t good at comforting people, nor was she willing to comfort someone who might have harbored ill intentions against her.

That’s right, in July Quinn’s eyes, caught in Simon Hale’s trap to frame her as a killer doctor, this old man was not innocent either.

He probably coveted what Simon promised and cooperated with his son to stage this play.

Unexpectedly, he failed to extort her and nearly lost his life in the process.

July Quinn’s words made the old man feel even more guilty.

At this time, Julian Norman quickly released Simon Hale’s collar and rushed back to his father’s side.

"Dad, are you alright now?"

Squinting his eyes to confirm repeatedly, Julian Norman found that other than the unaddressed bleeding from his father’s seven orifices looking somewhat scary, his mental state was no different from usual.

At that moment, Julian Norman was filled with joy at his father’s recovery: "That’s great, Dad! It’s good that you’re alright, it’s good you’re alright..."

But just as Julian Norman leaned on his father’s shoulder, he was pushed away.

"I’m sorry, Divine Doctor Quinn. My son and I were possessed momentarily, nearly causing a big mistake."

"Thank you, Divine Doctor Quinn, for overlooking our faults and stepping in when my father was nearly killed by a charlatan."

Julian Norman quickly followed his father in apologizing.

But Simon Hale, upon hearing their words, couldn’t swallow his anger.

"Who are you calling a charlatan? Watch your mouth."

He meticulously planned everything to label July Quinn as a charlatan and put her behind bars.

Who could have predicted that this father and son would suddenly turn against him, pinning the charlatan label on him instead? How could he possibly accept that?

"If you weren’t a quack, why would you bribe us to frame and harm Divine Doctor Quinn? If you weren’t a charlatan, why would your acupuncture make my father suffer like that just now?"

Witnessing his father’s painful struggle, Julian Norman truly felt that nothing was more important than having his father stand healthily before him.

Therefore, he decided to follow his conscience and expose the truth.