Applause erupted across the room, the sound echoing through the sterile halls. The patients nearby looked at Andrew with a mix of gratitude and admiration. It felt like, at long last, someone had the courage to stand up for the common folk.

Yet, what impressed them even more was Andrew's unyielding stance, his words sharp and precise, cutting through the air like a finely honed blade.

Norman found himself cornered, struggling to maintain his composure. He had thrown everything he had into this confrontation, but in the end, he had no choice but to back down.

The elderly woman wiped away her tears and looked at Andrew with pleading eyes. "Mr. Lloyd, can you help me make an appointment? I want to speak with the deputy chief."

Andrew turned sharply to Norman, his expression cold. "Norman, this lady wants to schedule a consultation. Tell me, does Blumedale Hospital still discriminate against patients based on status?"

Norman's face flushed with anger, and he barked at a nearby n