Chapter 277: Don's Condition

In Hospital Westford, specialists from every department crowded into the inpatient ward, where Hamin lay muttering incoherently. Their faces were tight with frowns, and their heads shook in baffled silence. Blood pressure: normal. Brain activity: normal. Organ function: normal. Every test confirmed the same result—Hamin's body showed no irregularities. He was in perfect health. Quinn and her colleagues studied the scene outside the sick room through the glass. An officer muttered, "The hotel's...