Outside the hospital room, the tall man's face was extremely gloomy in the dimly lit corridor. The cigarette slowly burning between his fingertips left a heavy imprint in the air, making his ice-cold complexion all the more terrifying.
Several doctors stood in front of Trenton Smith with their heads lowered, their faces turning slightly pale.
"What do you mean you can't find the cause?" The man asked slowly, his tone ominous, "I donate money every quarter to your hospital to buy equipment, not for you to tell me you don't know when I need help!"
