Then, he walked towards the door with a businesslike demeanour, ready to leave, "If you have any questions, you can consult at the police station."
After the police officer left, Herick Jefferson grabbed the doctor's sleeve, holding onto it like a lifeline, "Save him, please save his life, money is not an issue!"
"Mr. Jefferson, money can't solve everything, we tried our best."
The doctor looked helpless, pointing to Raphael Jefferson's heart monitor, "He still has a heartbeat, but given the extent of his burns, it's very unlikely he will wake up. Due to his old age and poor physical condition... well, he doesn't have much time to spend laying in bed asleep."
"Who the hell are you saying doesn't have much time left?!"
Amber Sherwood was furious. Although she dared not look at the old man, she vented all her anger on the doctor.
