All Chapters of Living With My Lady Boss: Chapter 1581 - Chapter 1590

Wilbur watched nearby as he did not plan to get involved. However, he changed his mind after hearing that the patient was a veteran. Wilbur noticed that the old man's life was at stake through his Iris Veritas. The patient would die if he did not receive urgent treatment within three minutes. He stepped forward and said, "Madam! Please don't obstruct the doctors. Our hospital won't be responsible if your actions affect the rescue time of the patient." Everyone in the hallway looked over at Wilbur's interference. What he said hurt the patient's family members. A young man with dyed blonde hair and hip-hop-style clothes instantly pointed at Wilbur and scolded, "Who the hell let you out, dickhead? How dare you speak to my mom like that? Do you want me to break your legs or something?" A loud slap could be heard again, but Wilbur was not the one who was slapped. The arrogant blonde man was slapped instead. "I don't care if you're the police chief's family member. I won't let yo

"We welcome you if you want to join our department. Also, thanks for helping my cousin today. You can look for me anytime if you need any help in the future." Nadine extended her smooth and elegant hand, she gently shook hands with Wilbur. Wilbur seemed to leave a good impression on her. "Cousin? I don't think…" Wilbur was puzzled by the cousin she mentioned. Then, he remembered what happened at the receptionist's desk. He instantly asked, "Could it be…? Is the head nurse your cousin, Doctor Lyon?" "Yes! Also, I have good news. That retired veteran was rescued in time because of your help, and his life is not in danger anymore. My cousin and I will treat you to a meal when you're free. Otherwise, my cousin would've been in trouble if anything happened to that veteran! This is my name card!" She passed a name card to him while she spoke. He accepted it without hesitation, then laughed and said, "It's my duty as a doctor to ensure the safety of a patient. It's what I should

"People would think that I'm bullying you if you're weeping!" Then, he followed the signs in the hallway and walked toward the neurology department. Meanwhile, in front of the hospital, a blonde young man, Reich Zynder, was weeping in front of a man in his thirties. Two of his teeth fell out after getting slapped by Wilbur. He said, "Uncle, you have to avenge me since there are no relatives of the Campbells who work here! Look at how that guy knocked my tooth out…" He cried while explaining his miserable experience. He passed his teeth to the older man. "That's enough. I don't want to see your broken teeth! I'll avenge you. Your father can't help you because of his status, but I'm your uncle! That rude guy hit you, and he dared scold your mother. I'll slap his face off." With that said, the man took his phone out and made a call. He said after someone answered the call, "Mac, bring some men to the hospital in the city. Someone dared to hit my nephew and my sister. I'll make

"What? A cultivator?" Devon instantly had a mixed look after hearing Mac's comment. He looked indescribably scared, shocked, worried, and regretful, with his face clearly showing his range of emotions one after another. Devon reacted that way because he knew the weak should not fight with the powerful. Ordinary people should never provoke a cultivator. There were tons of cultivators with various skills and powers. Even the authorities would not mess with great cultivators easily no matter how rich or powerful they were. Jeremy Owens, who ruled Seechertown before, was the best example. "What's wrong? Are you afraid? What happened to your arrogant demeanor?" mocked Faron coldly. He would not go easy on those bullies who were used to dominating the city. However, a middle-aged man in a uniform led a group of police officers to surround everyone when Faron thought Devon would back down. "Stop! On your knees and hands above your head!" A few thugs next to Devon immediately

He realized his fist did not land on Wilbur's face, so he instantly pulled out his gun as if he encountered a powerful enemy and pointed the gun at Wilbur's head. "You wrongfully accused me of being a gangster, and now you're accusing me of being a cultist? It seems you really just pin whatever crimes on others all willy-nilly. Are you going to shoot me if I don't admit that I'm a cultist?" Ordinary people would probably be scared to death if they were held at gunpoint. However, Wilbur was at ease. He mocked the officer who was pointing a gun at him. "Hey! This has real bullets. Even if you're an Aura level cultivator, your shield won't work at this distance. I think you better confess. Otherwise, things won't end well for you when the professional cultivator interrogators get here!" Wilbur did not react to the threat. He leaned on the chair nonchalantly and teased, "You haven't even shot me yet. How are you so sure that my shield wouldn't work? I'm used to threats, so your