Chapter 581

Time was passing slowly.

Fifty minutes or so later, the door to the treatment door was opened and a 35-year-old man came out. Other than Waylon, everyone else was stunned.

None of them knew who this man was.

Waylon’s eyes were wide in shock, and his voice was thick with exhilaration. “Mr. Windsor, you… you recovered?”

Everyone else was stunned. None of them could believe that the man standing in front of them was Swenson, the old man who had just had one foot in the grave.

Swenson nodded as a smile flashed across his face. “Pattingson, Dr. Yarde cured me.”

Waylon was beyond delighted as he nodded. “Great! This is great!”

One could tell how delighted he was judging from his expression and tone.

Kayson emerged from the treatment room, and Swenson’s attitude toward him seemed different. He respected him a lot now.

“Mr. Yarde, this way, please!”

He let Kayson walk in front of him.

Kayson did not say anything, and the two of them walked down the stairs.

Everyone was sizing