The next day, police officers and hospital security came by as routine. Even Dr. Johnson, the vice director, showed up. After all, the wife of Mr. Carter of the Carter Group had been attacked inside a hospital ward.
Several nurses, including the head nurse, along with security guards, lined up nervously awaiting Dr. Johnson’s reprimand.
He scolded them harshly:
“How could you let this happen? The hospital’s security is in your hands, and yet you didn’t even notice when someone slipped knockout drugs into your drinks? Do you just drink anything strangers give you? Do you have any sense of professionalism? If you don’t want this job, there are plenty of others who do!”
A police officer came over and patted his shoulder.
“Calm down, Dr. Johnson. It was a surprise attack. The fact that your staff weren’t harmed further is already fortunate. No one would have expected such a group. Their sole target was Mrs. Carter—it looks like a vendetta. No one else was hurt.”
After giving my statement, I described the attackers in detail, especially the leader of the vagrants.
Daniel put on a show of outrage.