Chapter - 97

Daniel’s heart dropped at once and he rushed into the clinic. “Section chief, what’s wrong?”

Wilber was pointing at the heaps of traditional medicine as he reprimanded, “These are controlled-drugs for specific purposes which ought to be registered at the Drug Administration.”

“It is against the law to sell or administer these drugs before registering at the FDA.”

“According to the regulations, we will have to shut down your clinic.”

What?

Daniel’s blood ran cold as he processed Wilber’s words.

His career in the healthcare industry will be doomed if they shut his clinic down on the first day of its opening; his livelihood would be destroyed.

Daniel immediately explained, “Section chief, I have registered these medicines. You’re the one who helped me with the registration, don’t you remember?”

Wilber curled his lips into a cold smile. “Did I? I don’t recall doing it at all. You must have remembered it wrongly.”

Daniel’s face was full of despair and a thought struck him when he saw Wilder’s cold smile.

Damn it! Madeleine must have colluded with Wilber to tamper with the controlled drugs’ registration procedures.

It assured him that his suspicion was correct when he recalled Madeleine mentioning just now about his clinic closing down.

Hannah hit the panic button when she offered Wilber a stack of money under the table, “Section chief, it’s all Daniel’s fault. Please forgive him. We will complete the registration; would you please kindly make an exception for us?”

Wilber glanced at the stack of cash and poured scorn on Hannah, “Hmph! Do you think I’m a beggar who you can get rid of me with this petty sum of cash?”

Then, he added, “Ten thousand, and I’ll turn a blind – eye this time.”

Hannah fell into silence because she grudged every hard-earned penny to be spent on Wilber. Daniel would need to work day and night in his clinic to earn ten thousand.

Wilber took the silence as a ‘no’ to his offer so he gave them an ultimatum, “Shut down your clinic immediately, or you’ll find yourself in court and ultimately in prison.”

Court…

Prison…

Daniel was fretted by Wilber’s warning, “I will shut it down… I will shut it down right now.”

He would rather have the clinic shut down than go to prison.

Wilber sneered and was about to head toward the Clemons’ clinic when Zeke suddenly let out a chortle, “Section chief Wilber, I see that you’re adamant with your swagger. However, you’re simply digging a hole for yourself. I’ll give you a chance to apologize now and I’ll forgive you for your rudeness.”

Wilber was puzzled. “Who are you?”

Zeke replied, “I’m Lacey’s husband.”

Wilber jeered at him, “Oh… I see… you’re Daniel’s son-in-law, the offender under probation reform. How dare you be so disrespectful to an official? You better behave yourself, or else I can send you back to prison.”

“Great, you asked for it!” Zeke feigned a smile and said, “Well, looks like the Drug Administration is corrupted that it renders a petty section chief like you to act with such a swagger.”

Lacey rushed to his side and held Zeke back with a slight tug on his shirt. “Zeke, don’t.”

Wilber will definitely take legal action against them if Zeke continues to provoke him.

Madeleine greeted Wilber who was strutting toward her, “Section chief, it’s an honour to have you here. Please come in!”

Wilber nodded, “Madeleine, you have my full support. I have high hopes for you and your clinic compared to those who go out of their depth trying to compete with you.”

“I’m glad to have your words. Section chief, come on in.” Madeleine led Wilber into her clinic.

Emily mocked, “ Daniel, your clinic is going to be shut down on the first day of its opening. It must be the most short-lived clinic in the world. Haha… I’m going to die laughing… Hahaha!”

Daniel gritted his teeth, “Emily Clemons, so this a conspiracy of your family? You guys are ruthless…”

Emily snapped, “You’re nothing but a two-faced hypocrite. Wasn’t your daughter ruthless towards me when she took my ex-fiancé away from me? But I need to thank her anyway for recycling my cast-offs, or else my mom would still be a galley slave of the hospital.”