Summon of The Sword novel Chapter 1390

However, Old Madam Zackman's clothes were also clean. It seemed that she was well taken care of.

Old Madam Zackman in the wheelchair looked lifeless, and her eyes were dim.

She sat in the wheelchair, motionless. She was not blinking and not moving her mouth.

It was kind of creepy.

"I made some nutritious soup for Old Madam. She didn't even take a sip.

"Why don't we just give her an IV drip?"

Henry's wife whispered.

"Oh..."

Henry sighed and shook his head slightly.

With Old Madam Zackman's current condition, she was not even strong enough to get an IV drip.

She had not had a drop of water in two days. She was only going to die if this went on.

"I know my body. Stop looking."

Old Madam Zackman said indifferently without glancing at Sean.

Hearing this, Henry felt even more helpless.

Old Madam Zackman had been like this for 1.5 years.

"Old Madam doesn't look disabled."

Sean whispered after looking at her for a moment.

"She's not disabled. She just couldn't walk suddenly.

"The hospital checked and found nothing wrong."

Henry nodded, his tone frustrated.

"Old Madam, let me feel your pulse."

Sean asked Old Madam Zackman.

Old Madam Zackman glanced at Sean with a hint of disdain on her lips.

"Alright."

Old Madam Zackman nodded and held out her wrist.

Her wrinkled wrists looked scrawny.

Sean immediately reached out his hand to feel Old Madam Zackman's pulse.

After feeling both wrists, Sean slowly withdrew his hand.

"How is it, Mr. Lennon? Is Old Madam seriously ill?"

Henry quickly looked at Sean and asked urgently.

Even Henry's wife looked at Sean to see what he would say.

"Ill? Old Madam isn't ill at all.

"She's in good health."

Sean shook his head and said solemnly.

"What..."

Henry was instantly stunned.

Henry's wife also froze before shaking her head.

What kind of miracle doctor was Sean if he could not even treat an illness?

Only Old Madam Zackman looked at Sean doubtfully. It was eye-opening to her today.

Whenever Henry took her to see a doctor, all the hospitals could diagnose her with dozens of diseases.

Sean was the first doctor to say she was not ill,

"Mr. Lennon, what... what did you just say?

"Old Madam isn't ill?"

Henry was silent for a moment before stammering.

"Yes, she's fine."

Sean nodded and answered decisively.

Bang!

Just then, the second bedroom door was pulled open.

"Stop wasting your time here, you quack.

"She's fine? Why would we invite you here if she's fine?"

Henry's son stood in the doorway, pointing at Sean and shouting.

"You b*stard!"

Henry jerked his head around, grabbed the ashtray on the table, and hurled it in his direction.

Bang!

Crash!

The ashtray hit the wall before landing hard on the ground.

"Apologize to Mr. Lennon!"

Henry glared at the young man and shouted.

"Is it possible?

"I'd get down on my knees and apologize if he's capable!

"Don't pretend what you're not if you're incompetent!"