Jermaine nodded. “Since Mr. Yonce has said so, hold on then.”
Upon receiving the permission, the girl immediately moved aside for Boris to take a better look at Josiah’s right hand. The mage then lifted the young man’s arm directly.
Aside from the putrid stench spreading across the entire room, what came within sight was how the five fingers on Josiah’s right hand had turned dark in color, with blood streaming out of his wounds continuously.
“Mr. Cadden, how did your son get hurt?” Boris inquired.
“I heard from his classmate that he was bitten on his fingers by something. Because of that, he became unconscious and fell onto the floor, knocking his head hard on the ground. He turned into this state since then. I’ve consulted many professionals and done all sorts of tests. The consensus is that Josiah isn’t poisoned, nor does he have a brain injury. Yet, no one could tell why he hasn’t regained consciousness, and worst still, he’s relying on the ventilator for life support,” Jermaine revealed.
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