Upon seeing him, Denny flashed a cheeky smile. “What are you doing inside? What took you so long to answer the door?”
Howard answered innocently, “Denny, I-I think I'm ill. My head is burning up. Am I going to die?”
Denny's expression changed abruptly. Standing on his tiptoes, he placed his hand on Howard's forehead. “Oh, you're burning! I'll go get Dr. Walker now.”
Jim Walker was the doctor working for Imperial Hotel. Normally, the employees would seek treatment from him if they suffered from fever or headaches.
After Denny's figure disappeared from sight, Howard slumped.
My wound has been festering for some time, so I hope Dr. Walker doesn't realize that I'm hurt.
Howard did not stop working even after he suffered an injury. He did not let anyone know he was shot in the leg.
After all, a gunshot wound was too sensitive to be revealed to the public.
Alas, his wound was pretty serious now. If he insisted on working instead of recuperating, he might have to amputate his leg.
As he was running a temperature now, he had no choice but to rest for a few days.
A few minutes later, Denny arrived with Jim.
Jim was a middle-aged man in his fifties with pleasant features. He allowed Denny to drag him into Howard's room and panted. “Denny, I'm old. I'll fall if you continue dragging me!”
“Dr. Walker, Chef Howard is usually healthy. He has never been sick. Of course I'm worried sick as he suddenly got ill!” Denny responded anxiously.
After dragging Jim over to Howard's bed, he came to a stop as he panted. “Chef Howard, how are you doing? Dr. Walker's here.”
Howard blinked silently. Everyone in Imperial Hotel treated him well, and he was not a robot without feelings.
How can I take action against them?
Tears threatened to gush out of his eyes, so he forced himself to calm down. “Dr. Walker, I think I have a fever,” he said slowly.
Jim pulled his infrared thermometer and took Howard's temperature. Narrowing his eyes, he announced, “You're running a high temperature at thirty-nine point two degrees Celsius.”
He also checked Howard's tongue. “You have a hard time digesting food recently, too.”
After giving Howard the once-over, he asked, “Do you feel unwell besides the fever?”
Howard shook his head. “No.”
“Young man, you can earn money anytime, but you have to rest. Don't be a workaholic. Everyone in the hotel knows you've never asked for a day off despite having worked here for years. I'll give you a medical certificate so you can rest for a week,” Jim told him.
He then wrote the medical certificate and a prescription, giving them to Denny. “Give this to your manager. Remember to buy the medicine at the pharmacy according to this prescription.”
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