Chapter 82

A few hours back, Prof left Chess and Cale alone in the private ward and followed the doctor into an enclosed room.

The doctor sat down and Prof made himself comfortable across his table.

His shirt is still blood-stained, the smell is there, but the way he sits is that of a king, confident and without worry for his appearance.

In contrary, he's more nervous to hear the doctor's words.

"How is he?" he started, his legs crossed and hands rested atop his knees.

The doctor glanced at him before glancing back down at the document paper in his hands. After that, he fixed his position before going straight into the conversation.

"First of all, may I ask if the patient is a member of any fraternity group?" the doctor asked.

Prof furrowed his brows at the question.