Although Stacy Summers was getting on in years, she was definitely not the type of old lady who was slow-witted.
She took the Prescott Hospital's examination report statement handed to her by Cecilia Vaughn, her gaze growing increasingly solemn.
She glanced over the examination date at the bottom, gripping the report tighter and tighter.
"My dear grandson, was this report done by your good friend, Zion Prescott?"
When Stacy Summers spoke again, her voice was no longer as loud and powerful as before, instead carrying a few tired rasps.
"Yes."
Adrian Law nodded, looking firmly at Stacy Summers with an attitude as unyielding as ever.
"Grandma, if you're questioning Zion's medical ethics just because he and I are friends, there's no need for that."
Stacy Summers waved her hand, leaning tiredly against the doorframe of the ambulance, rubbing her temples with some fatigue.
"Adrian, you've misunderstood, I don't think Doctor Prescott needs to fake anything like this."
