Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 437

“Don't kick me! I'll leave.”

Having learned his lesson, Bill acquiesced hastily when Harold raised his foot and turned to run outside.

The crowd gathered at the entrance was flabbergasted by the sight of Bill's behavior.

Even Luna was amazed.

It was difficult for her to believe that the arrogant man earlier was the same person as the coward she had just witnessed.

Within the short span of three seconds, Bill had completely transformed. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

This guy is a bully who preys on the weak and fears the strong.

“Don't ever harass her again, or I'll kick your ass!” Harold said coldly to Bill's leaving figure.

The subordinates who were sent flying by Harold's kick earlier helped each other to their feet.

One by one, they scrambled out of Luna Clinic's in Bill's wake.

“Just you wait! I won't let you off the hook if anything happens to my father!”

Bill issued a menacing threat to Harold and Luna after he exited the clinic and found that Harold did not

give chase.

The patients enjoying the show could not help laughing at his cowardly behavior.

“Don't get too cocky!”

Seeing that Bill actually had the audacity to threaten him, Harold dashed forward, attempting to beat the former up.

Turning pale, Bill leaped into his car and sped off.

“Wait for us, Mr. Condle!”

Since their leader had fled, Bill's men quickly hopped onto their own vehicles and followed suit.

The patients gathered at the entrance erupted into applause after witnessing how Harold effortlessly resolved the crisis.

With looks of admiration, they gave him thumbs-up of approval.

“Do you believe I'm the God of War now, Doctor?” Harold asked, looking pleased with himself as he turned to look at Luna.

Luna was initially about to thank Harold, but his words made her swallow hers. Instead, she rolled her eyes at him and chided in a huff, “What's there to believe? Don't start thinking of yourself as the God of War just because you can fight. The God of War wouldn't even flinch when faced with a large army. If you're really him, prove to me that you'll be similarly unfazed when facing a large army.”

“There isn't an army here for me to prove myself!”

Harold didn't know how else he could convince the woman.

“Stop calling yourself the God of War if you can't prove it. Since you can't remember your name and want to be the God of War so badly, I'll call you Harold. As for the title of the God of War, we'll see if you can prove yourself worthy of it.”

As Luna spoke, she pressed Harold down on the couch, gave him a glucose drip, and then turned her attention to her other patients.

Harold had no choice but to continue the endeavor of recalling his name.

Soon after, the other patients departed with their prescriptions.

After finishing up with work, Luna felt sorry for Harold when she saw how he was still trying hard to remember what was his name.

“Thank you for rescuing me earlier. How about I take you to the hospital and get you a full-body check- up using their facilities? Think of it as my way of thanking you. How about that?”

As she had no more patients for the day, and her clinic was not equipped with the necessary medical facilities, Luna decided to bring Harold to the hospital and use their setup to examine his head for cranial injuries.

Soon after, Harold sat behind Luna on her scooter.

His first assumption was that Luna would smell like medicine or sanitizer.

However, upon getting on her bike, he found that Luna, who had taken off her white coat and changed into a dress, exuded a faint fragrance. It captivated him.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the hospital.

As Harold had no identification with him and could not even remember his name, it was quite difficult to get him registered.

Thus, Luna was forced to seek the help of her classmate who was employed at the hospital.

“What are you doing here, Luna?”

Her classmate was the head of the internal medicine department at Xenhall Hospital and a lanky young man in his early thirties. His name was Johnny Tawle.

Bespectacled and clad in a white coat, he gave one a gentlemanly impression. His gaze turned tender when he looked at Luna.

Anybody with a working pair of eyes could tell that Johnny liked her.