I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

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Fiona didn't grasp the deeper meaning behind Karen's words.

Hearing Karen praise Li Ang, she felt both proud and heartbroken, and her gaze involuntarily turned back to Li Ang.

Upon closer inspection, their gaze immediately focused on Li Ang's numerous injuries.

"Li Ang..."

Fiona's tears welled up again.

"You still say you're fine... Look at all the injuries you're covered in... Does it hurt? It must hurt a lot, right?"

As she spoke, she tried to look at his abdomen, which he was clutching, but Li Ang slightly turned his body to block her view.

"It doesn't hurt, sis, it really doesn't hurt. It's just superficial wounds, it only looks scary."

Li Ang quickly grabbed her hand to stop her from moving, and said in a relaxed tone:

"The doctor will come and examine me right away. He'll put on some medicine and bandage it up. You've just woken up, so don't move around too much. Just lie down and rest."

Seeing Li Ang pretending to be relaxed so as not to worry her;

Thinking back to how he had single-handedly faced Rex's gang of thugs to protect himself, and hadn't retreated an inch even after being severely injured...

Fiona could no longer suppress the bittersweet emotions in her heart.

She couldn't help but throw herself into Li Ang's arms and burst into tears.

Li Ang could feel Fiona trembling with despair and helplessness.

He held her tightly, his heart clenching with pain.

After Fiona's crying subsided a little, Leon asked in a low voice:

"Sis, don't cry. Tell me, how did those people find you?"

Fiona sobbed as she recounted, haltingly, how Rex had tried to force her into an organ transplant.

He also drew on his previous experience as a community clinic doctor to imply that Lexie obtained his identity information from people at the hospital.

After Fiona finished speaking, the ward fell silent for a moment.

Officer Karen and the middle-aged doctor frowned, their gazes towards Fiona filled with pity.

The nurses nearby exchanged glances.

Some lowered their heads and remained silent, while others looked away.

Li Ang's face turned completely cold, and his eyes sharpened.

Based on his understanding of Fiona, she was introverted and strong-willed, and had almost completely cut off her social life after falling ill.

My WeChat Moments is as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

It's impossible for outsiders to easily know specific information such as which ward she's in for dialysis.

As for why Rek'Sai was able to find Fiona so accurately and pinpoint her identity.

Without a doubt, it could only have been leaked by an insider within the hospital who had access to detailed patient information.

Moreover, this person is most likely among the group of people on duty today.

A surge of anger welled up in Li Ang's heart.

He abruptly turned his head to look at the middle-aged doctor, suppressing his anger as he said:

"Doctor, I need an explanation. My sister's personal information is private, isn't it? How did it end up in the hands of gang members? And how could they come to our door to threaten us and even assault us? Isn't your hospital's management incredibly irresponsible?"

Officer Karen, standing to the side with her arms crossed, chimed in at the opportune moment with a cold, supportive tone:

"Yes, doctor, I need to remind you that illegally obtaining, selling, or intentionally disclosing medical information, and then using that information for extortion, coercion, or planning criminal activities, goes beyond a simple medical dispute. Under New York State law, this could constitute a criminal offense. As a police officer, I have a duty to assist in this investigation."

The middle-aged doctor's forehead immediately broke out in a fine sweat.

He wiped his forehead and sighed heavily.

Instead of directly responding to Li Ang's question, he abruptly turned to the nurse beside him, raised his voice, and said with suppressed anger:

"Head Nurse Catherine! I think you need to explain this to the patient's family!"

An obese, middle-aged Black woman in a head nurse's uniform reluctantly moved out.

She is Catherine, the head nurse in charge of scheduling and daily management of this ward floor.

Catherine's eyes flickered, and she dared not look directly into Li Ang's and the doctor's eyes.

"Catherine, you heard the gentleman's question too."

The middle-aged doctor said in a serious tone:

"Regarding the leak of Ms. Gallagher's information, and the fact that an outsider accurately located her hospital room today, do you have anything to say? After all, you are the one who knows best the patient flow and duty schedule on this floor, aren't you?"

Head Nurse Catherine's plump cheeks twitched slightly.

Although startled, she remained calm and quickly composed herself. She straightened her back, adopted a "what can I do?" expression, and argued sharply:

"Dr. Jensen, what do you mean by that? Are you doubting me? You need to know that our hospital has so many patients, and a lot of people come and go every day. We nurses are incredibly busy; how can we possibly keep an eye on every single patient?"

As she spoke, she turned her attention to the two security guards at the door, her fingers almost poking their faces:

"If you ask me, the biggest problem is security! What are you guys doing here at our hospital? Any Tom, Dick, or Harry could just come in with a stick or a knife and start smashing and looting in the wards, and you guys are the ones running away faster than anyone else! The hospital spends so much money on security every year, it's such a waste!"

The two security guards blushed with embarrassment, and the older one couldn't help but mutter:

"Nurse Catherine, you're wrong about that. Those people are obviously street thugs, they have knives, and we... there are only two of us with two batons, how are we supposed to stop them? We need to be killed too! Besides, we already called the police immediately!"

"Call the police? By the time they arrive, the person will have already been beaten to death or dragged away!"

Catherine gave a disdainful sneer.

She seemed determined to muddy the waters, shift all the blame, and not even spare the victims, Leon and Fiona.

Then he turned his head again, and raised his voice in a tone that was clearly contemptuous and mocking:

"Besides, some patients and their families need to be more realistic. This is a regular ward area, and the environment is like this. If you feel unsafe, worried about being confronted, or complaining that our nurses aren't providing adequate care or security..."

Fiona's eyes darkened; she already sensed what the black nurse was about to say.

Sure enough, Catherine drew out her words, pursed her lips, and said:

"Then you can apply to be transferred to a VIP ward!"

"The VIP wards are on a separate floor, with independent security and dedicated caregivers, ensuring absolute peace and safety. The problem is—"

She paused deliberately, her gaze sweeping over Li Ang's faded old T-shirt and jeans, and said meaningfully:

"Can you afford it? VIP rooms are much more expensive than regular beds. If you don't have the money, don't expect too much. Just make do. If something happens, who can you blame?"

These words were extremely harsh, almost like an insult, implying that someone is poor and deserves to suffer.

The other medical staff in the ward all looked embarrassed.

But no one refuted the harsh head nurse.

Because money can make the devil turn the millstone, money can buy VIP accommodations, money can protect you from gangsters, and money can make you do whatever you want.

It's already an unspoken consensus among everyone.

Because this is New York!

This is America!

Here, being broke is the biggest sin!