“Wait.” Abel said, “Don’t let Quentin find out about it, and I don’t want to raise Alana’s suspicion. Tell her it’s a routine check-up.”
“Got it, Mr. Abel.” The hospital director added, “I will attend to this matter personally.”
“That’s great.” Abel sat on a chair, “I shall wait for the results here.”
“Alright, Mr. Abel.”
The hospital director hurried off with a solemn expression.
The hospital director returned swiftly in 40 minutes.
The hospital director held a stack of X-rays and reports. He placed them on the table in front of Abel.
“What did you find out?” Abel said in a deep voice.
The hospital director was shocked. He said in a pleading voice, “Mr. Abel, it’s my negligence. I didn’t know Quentin had fabricated the medical reports.”
Abel stood up, and his eyebrows furrowed in anger.
“What did you say? Is it true that Alana’s medical report is fabricated?”
“Yes.” The hospital director said, “The medical check-up reveals that Alana is fine.”
Abel took a deep breath, “What about the ramifications of Alana’s injury?”
“The bullet did not penetrate the lungs.” The hospital director added, “Neither of the shots hurt Alana’s vital organs.”
“Quentin’s medical reports say differently.”
“This is my fault.” The hospital director cried, “I didn’t do a good job of supervising. Mr. Abel, please spare me!”
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