Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies novel Chapter 897

Under the abject threat, both the doctor and the patient ran out as if their feet were on the ground.

Patients, in particular, have no shoes on and run barefoot faster than doctors.

In the office, William was the only one left.

He sat in the chair, holding the side handles of the chair with both hands, the bruises on the backs of his hands rippling.

And those conjectures in his mind like steel needles, stuck into the heart, so that he can almost not breathe.

Finally, a second before the verge of madness, the dean came over.

After all, the dean is a senior staff, life experience is also very rich, so it is not like other people as fearful fear William, the tone of cold incomparable, "Mr. William, I do not know what you are looking for me in the end?"

William came back from his world.

With that, the computer on the table was turned around and the screen was pointed at the dean, "Pull up all the hospital cases related to Damon, I want to see them."

"Sorry," the dean was not condescending, "the hospital did the system a few days ago and it ended up making an accidental error and all the patient's information was cleared out."

So the information about Damon is all gone.

And hearing this, the suspicion in William's mind has been confirmed for the most part.

When he was at the Sunshine Villa, it was only by chance that he thought Damon and Sebastian looked somewhat similar.

But when I was ready to leave the study, I noticed that the medical history sheet that was originally placed in the drawer was missing.

If memory serves, when Sebastian was sent to the hospital for resuscitation, he deliberately sent a spy in the Grant Group to the Sunshine Villa to look for information, to see what Sebastian had in his hands about the Grant Group's confidential documents.

But William was not entirely trusting of the spy at the time, and asked him to wear a button camera throughout.

William once again pulled out the silver pistol and aimed it at Dean's temple, "I advise you to tell the truth, or you'll lose this life."

The dean is in his sixties, his hair is white, even in the face of bullets, he is expressionless, "If Mr. William wants to kill me because my dereliction of duty caused the loss of patient data, then I admit it, you do it!"

"You're quite a tough talker." William sneered, "Okay, I've changed my mind, I won't kill you, but I heard you have a granddaughter who is studying abroad in college, Dean, you know it's chaos over there in the slums, right?"

Especially the girls, if you go to that kind of place, death is considered easy, afraid of life is worse than death!

The dean couldn't help himself, "Don't you touch my granddaughter, William, I'm warning you, if you hurt my granddaughter, I'll kill you!"

"I can keep my hands off her," William replied, "except I need you to tell me all the information about Damon's case."

"The patient's information has really all been lost, you can ask others if you don't believe me." The dean said breathlessly.

William nodded slightly, "I don't have to ask, the patient data will be deleted from the computer, but the memories in your heads, they won't be deleted along with it, right?"