Chapter 67 - The Healer's Gambit: Three Hours to Live

The study fell silent after my declaration. Leopold's face paled, while Huxley's expression hardened into something ugly and cold. The tension in the room was so thick I could almost taste it.

"How dare you question my diagnosis," Huxley finally said, his voice dangerously quiet. "I've studied with the finest minds in Europa while you've been—"

"I don't care where you studied," I cut him off. "I care about the patient upstairs who's been misdiagnosed."

Leopold stepped between us, his hands raised in a placating gesture. "Mr. Knight, I appreciate your... concern. But Dr. Huxley has run extensive tests with equipment he brought from abroad. The hypoglycemia diagnosis—"

"Is wrong," I stated firmly. "Your wife doesn't have hypoglycemia. She has a cerebral aneurysm that's on the verge of rupturing."

Jonah let out a bark of laughter. "This is ridiculous. Father, I think we've entertained this... this charlatan long enough."