The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 530

Clint walked down to the basement. The sound of his light footsteps echoed in the hallway.

He softly sang a nursery rhyme from his childhood. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray…"

In his head, he was already thinking about how to celebrate tonight with the 10 thousand dollars. Should he go to Maya at the spa, or meet up with Amber at the massage parlor?

Clint had worked for Dallas for many years, and Dallas had always been generous. All Clint had to do was follow orders and crack down hard on the troublemaking patients and their families. Then, Dallas would always reward him handsomely.

Humming a tune, he made his way to the basement level and saw that the door to one of the rooms was ajar.

He headed straight over. Upon arriving at the door, he saw the psychiatric patient named Cassidy leaning against the doorway, peeking into the room. Without hesitation, he slapped her.

Cassidy fell to the floor. When she looked up and saw that it was Clint, she shrank in fear and pleaded, "Please don't hit me. I'm begging you! I won't do it again."

However, Clint coldly snorted. "Scram!"

Upon finishing his words, he dusted off his hands even though it wasn't dirty. Watching Cassidy scramble away in fear, his anger quickly faded away as if a switch had been flipped.

Clint sported a fawning smile and walked into the room. He announced with a grin, "The security team is packed with skilled fighters now, Mr. Wood. The hospital will be much safer in the future."

He stopped talking halfway, and the ingratiating smile on his face froze. A look of horror appeared in his eyes.

Dallas had lost all five fingers with blood gushing out from his hand. Several wounds on his body were still bleeding, and his clothes were drenched in blood. His miserable state was terrifying to behold.

Clint was utterly dumbfounded. As the security captain, he only realized it after Dallas had been messed up badly.