Dean Wyatt felt like he had been struck by lightning.

For the past five years, the Forest Rehabilitation Hospital had been thriving thanks to Mrs. Alana's stay at the facility for recovery.

The Murray family had donated generously to the hospital's infrastructure, medical equipment, research, training, and other expenditures.

The hospital had been doing so well that Dean Wyatt had become complacent.

However, he quickly snapped out of it.

The patients who came to the Forest Rehabilitation Hospital were all wealthy, and the Murray family was just one of many donors.

If they didn't want to donate anymore, so be it.

There were plenty of other people who would be more than willing to do so.

Dean Wyatt was a renowned expert in the rehabilitation field, and many wealthy patients sought his assistance.

While Mrs. Alana was the wealthiest patient at the hospital, she was by no means the most prestigious.

There were plenty of patients who held power and influence.

The Murray family would regret their decision, and Dean Wyatt left without looking back.

At the VIP ward.

Michael complained to Martin, "You've basically been feeding a wolf with someone else's money for the past few years. I've never seen someone take someone else's money and then treat their impersonators with such disdain."

It was true that Mrs. Alana had been at the hospital for rehabilitation, but the Murray family had donated a considerable amount of money.

That money would have been enough to build two other hospitals of similar size.

Martin replied calmly, "It wasn't a complete waste. The Forest Rehabilitation Hospital has improved significantly and attracted many talented individuals who have made significant contributions to the field of rehabilitation. Many patients have fitted from the hospital's services, so I wouldn't say it was a complete waste of money. Besides, for the Murray family, that amount of money is negligible."

Michael scoffed, "I don't have your level of enlightenment."

Martin didn't feel the need to explain further.

Meanwhile, Susie tilted her head and played with clay while humming, "Not enlightened, not enlightened.

Hey, I wave my kitchen knife, kitchen knife~ I'll chop off your little pee-pee, pee-pee..."

"Spit!!" Michael sprayed water out of his mouth.

The crowd was stunned.

Kellen rubbed his forehead and asked, "Where did you learn that from?"

Michael said angrily, "I told you not to let her play with that bird. See, you didn't listen!"

Susie shouted loudly, "It has nothing to do with the bird!"

Mrs. Alana cried for help. Her wound was about to burst from laughter.

Ryan reminded Susie, "You're a girl, don't talk about private parts..."

Susie asked, "Why not?"

Knowing that Susie would ask countless questions, Ryan responded with a question, "Where did you learn that sentence from?"

Susie replied, "I heard it from Beau!"

Beau was Susie's classmate in kindergarten.

Michael said, "Uh, I misunderstood that bird. Its green color is too bright, and it doesn't look like a normal bird."

Alex at home sneezed.

The happy time was always short-lived. In a blink of an eye, it was ten o'clock in the evening, and Susie was very sleepy but still lying beside Mrs. Alana's bed, propping her eyelids with her fingers.

Kellen whispered, "Let's go. Dad will take you home first."

Susie shook her head and said, "No, I want to stay with Grandma Chloe."

There were wandering ghosts everywhere in the hospital. People who entered the hospital became haggard, even if they weren't sick. The reason was the gloom in the hospital.

Susie wanted to protect Grandma Chloe and keep the gloom away.

Mrs. Alana slept soundly that night without any discomfort, and she didn't wake up even when the doctors came to check on her.

On the second day, Dean Wyatt returned to his office at the sanatorium and asked his assistant, "How is Mrs. Alana doing last night?"

The assistant replied, "I inquired and learned that Mrs. Alana remained unconscious throughout the night, and she did not wake up when the doctors made their rounds."

Dean Wyatt's heart was filled with joy, and his face showed a "I knew it" expression. He then asked, "Did they resuscitate her? Did they transfer her to the ICU?"

The assistant shook her head and said, "It seems not."

Dean Wyatt sneered, "Who knows what kind of chaos is going on there!"

He deserved it!

Sure enough, within half a day, they would come to him for help.

Five years ago, Mrs. Alana had been unconscious for seven days due to a brain hemorrhage, but he had awakened her.

Dean Wyatt sat with his legs crossed, drinking wolfberry and honeysuckle tea, waiting for the Murray family to come to him.

However, it was not the Murray family who arrived, but a bunch of clients who came to return and refund their purchases.

The returning clients were several large pharmacies.

They stated that the medicine pills produced by the sanatorium's "Stand Up" brand were expensive and ineffective.

They had not sold two boxes in a year, but the sanatorium had required them to stock up with two items-

One box of "Stand Up" cost 108,800 dollars, and buying two items of a total of one hundred boxes was close to 20 million dollars.

20 million dollars was not a small amount, and the major pharmacies demanded that the sanatorium compensate them!

The other clients were a company that stationed in the sanatorium and provided equipment testing, repair, and maintenance services.

These were talents who were proficient in testing and technology.

They were now demanding that the equipment was not donated, but that they had come with the equipment, and the support was for the personnel, not for free.

They demanded that the sanatorium provide them with a total of 30 million dollars for equipment wear and tear, and 20 million dollars for personnel training.

Alternatively, they requested a raise in salary for the personnel dispatched from their company, with a monthly salary of over 10,000 dollars!

In addition to these, the companies that had originally promised to invest and donate to the sanatorium suddenly said they would not.

Dean Wyatt, who had not waited for the Murray family to seek his help, was now at his wit's end...

"Murray family did this on purpose!" Dean Wyatt gritted his teeth, feeling indignant and unjust.

All the sponsoring and donating companies had fled overnight.

The large pharmacies that had purchased the product were all demanding refunds.

He did not believe that the Murray family had not secretly intervened!