“Dr. Sloan! Help me! Do I look like I'm beyond saving?”
Hale wailed on the other end of the video call. Although he looked terrifying, his voice was still full of energy, despite the pained expression on his face.
Leilani frowned. Hale’s condition had looked much better after the last treatment. How could it have suddenly become so severe again?
“Did you eat something you shouldn't have recently?” Leilani began to question him.
Hale was different from other patients. He suffered from a rare chronic skin disease. He needed to maintain a bland diet and couldn't eat indiscriminately. Moreover, while taking his medication, eating the wrong foods would neutralize the medicine's effects, making the treatment ineffective.
Hale’s eyes darted around evasively. “Uh... just, just normal food...”
His demeanor clearly suggested otherwise. Leilani let out a cold laugh. He had definitely failed to follow medical advice and had eaten something prohibited.
“Tell the truth.”
Seeing Leilani’s cold expression and rising anger, Hale instantly deflated. He didn't dare hide it anymore and confessed honestly.
“...I went to a bar yesterday, had a few drinks, and ate some barbecue. I really followed your orders for a while, but yesterday I couldn't get out of it, so I drank.”
Hale thought a sip or two would be fine. Who knew that tonight, everything would flare up aggressively? He was terrified.
This was Leilani's first time dealing with a disobedient patient. Her emotional reaction was much more visible than when she was dealing with the Sloan family. She closed her eyes, suppressed her anger, and asked Hale to send her the address.
“Send me the location. I'm coming over now.”
Hale’s residence was an old-style townhome in the city center. The environment was quiet, and the interior was furnished elegantly. The bookshelves were filled with old books and art pieces. It didn't look like the home of an edgy, immature young man at all.
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