Louisiana Voodoo

Clarence said nothing more. He wanted to see this stubborn old man fill prescriptions in Thirteen Hall.

After entering Cecilia's room, Clarence felt the temperature drop by a few degrees.

Cecilia was lying on the bed with her eyes closed. She looked as if she was asleep and there was nothing wrong with her.

"Did you turn on the air-conditioner in the room?" asked Clarence.

Richard shook his head. "Nope."

"There's something wrong with the temperature." Clarence was a little confused.

Greyson seized the opportunity and sneered, "Can you cure her? If you can't, get on your knees outside Mediterranean City Champion Hospital.

"What's that excuse for that temperature? Could the temperature has caused Ms. Shelby to fall unconscious?"

Clarence quickly glanced at Greyson. "Nobody thinks you're a mute if you don't talk."

"You..."

Greyson was about to retort.