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“Wow, I’m impressed!” the doctor said. “Aren’t you only three years old?”

Robbie frowned impatiently. “Get to the point!”

“Alright, alright,” the doctor said, throwing his hands up in defeat. “He’s still unconscious right now because of his head wound and blood loss, but he’ll wake up soon. I promise that we’ll take good care of him and make sure he makes a full recovery.”

“Alright then,” Robbie said, sighing in relief. “Can you give me a copy of all my brother’s medical records? I need to hand them over to our lawyer so that he can present those as evidence in court.”

The doctor stared at him incredulously. He’s only three years old, isn’t he? How is he so smart already?“Just do it!” An old man’s voice rang.

The doctor almost jumped out of his skin in shock, and he leaped out of his chair to bow to the person who had spoken. “Greetings, Mr. Nacht!”

“Spare the greetings…” the old man said as a team of specialists led by the superintendent of the hospital rushed towards the room from the other side of the corridor.

they shouted in

of the hospital explained, huffing and puffing. “We’ll do our

cutting the superintendent off. “He isn’t Mr. Nacht’s grandson. He only has

superintendent went pale in the face

old Mr. Nacht said. “Mr. Hooters, I’ll leave him in your care.

course, Mr. Nacht!” Mr.

doctors and nurses followed

Nacht said, pointing at Robbie. “Give him the documents, and don’t you dare try

Mr. Nacht,” Mr. Hooters answered, glancing at Robbie

Mr. Nacht continued. “She’s been crying for a long time, and now she has tonsillitis and

I’ll make sure to do