Spokesman

As the old doctor came out of his office, the Warden, who had been waiting for him on the third floor outside the infirmary, swarmed him questions.

"Dr. Fenkes, how is he?"

After Lincoln had performed first aid to help Old Tom, they had rushed him to the infirmary and allowed Dr. Fenkes to perform emergency treatment on him.

"He’ll live, but he’s still out cold," the old doctor said, letting out a long breath.

As the only doctor at the prison, Dr. Fenkes knew that the odds of Old Tom surviving were not particularly good.

Death was Old Tom’s best option now, but that was not for him to decide. He was just a doctor after all. All he could do was carry out his duties to the fullest.

"Good, very good. As long as he’s alive, it’s all good. If he dies, I’ll have no way to locate his accomplices!" Warden Sherko said with a vicious expression. Warden Sherko was not an idiot. The fact that he had become the Warden of the facility was proof enough of his intelligence. He had been the fastest to