Charles stared at the message with a sigh, and recalled James, who was still in his bed. His arm was healing beautifully, but of course, he had to be careful. They didn't know how sensitive Longman's bomb was. Charles sighed, leaning back in his chair, and closed his eyes. "Is there anything troubling you?" Vera asked, finally looking up from her laptop. "Just everything." Charles replied, with his eyes still closed. "I wish we could sue him." She said, with Longman in mind. "James who loves to go around, and do lots of things, is forced to stay in bed, where there are lesser risks of anything unfortunate happening. I can only imagine how hard it will be for him, and how boring, too. Everyone else goes to work, but he's stuck there." Vera lamented, staring into blank space. "I know, right. I'd have loved for him to walk around, but I'm scared of the bomb in his arm. What if he accidentally falls? Hits his arm on something? Those are absurd thoughts, but what can I say? They're born out of worry." Charles replied, and got to his feet. If he wanted John to escape Longman's unfair, and wicked hold, then he simply had to fulfill his tasks. "Where are you going?" Vera asked, and Charles arranged his paperwork, instead of dealing with them. "I'm going somewhere. You don't need to worry about me." He said, leaving the office briskly. Vera watched him leave, but it was obvious he wanted to keep the details of his destination to himself, so she didn't ask further questions. Charles got out of the company, and everyone greeted him, and bowed as he walked past. It was just as if they hadn't seen him walk into the company that morning. He got into his car, and started the ignition. Apart from the dire consequences he'd receive if he failed to fulfil the task, he also needed to get back at Longman, without losing anyone he held dear to him. It took a lot of time to decide on his final decision, but all through that time, he didn't stop driving. He was heading straight for the bank. He got there, and walked in. It would have been better to use the money he had from the company, but all that money was earned indirectly through the system. He was going to get a loan he'd pay back himself. Charles began the procedures for the loan, writing the amount and what he intended to use it for. He checked the interest rates, and other charges, and decided it was fine with him. After calculating his EMI, and signing it, he dropped the required documents, and waited for them to get back to him. Immediately he had gotten the loan, which had been easy to get, due to his monthly and yearly income, he left the bank. Charles walked to his car , and got in. "Now, what's the next move?" He asked himself. Of course the next move was to drive to the hospital, but he had no idea what happened next. How was he going to approach the workers? Or even see the patients, and determine the sickest out of them who needed money? Charles sighed, and leaned back in his seat. Perhaps, he'd just give it a try. Charles drove to the hospital, and although there was a little traffic, he got there earlier than he wanted. He had wanted to get there when he had everything figured out, but unfortunately, his mind was still blank by the time he got to the hospital. He walked in, and looked around. Doctors in white coats, walking around. People in normal clothes, either going to visit loved ones, or make payments. The hospital seemed busy, and he wondered if anyone would have the time to spare for him. Charles walked to the reception nurse, in hopes it would be as easy as it was to get the loan. He also hoped he'd be able to identify the right patient, as failure to do that had its consequences. Once more, he wondered what upgrade the system had added. "Good day, ma'am." He greeted the reception nurse, and she gave a bright smile. "Good day. How can I help you?" She asked. "Um… uh…" Charles inhaled, not knowing how to make his request. "Can I see the records of the patients here? The chronically sick ones, who do not have enough money for payment, and a lot of debt to settle the hospital." He asked, and the nurse furrowed her brows, with her smile disappearing slowly. "I'm sorry. I don't really understand your request.""I want to see the records of the most financially lacking patients here who need urgent attention due to their ailment." Charles said, rephrasing his words. "If I get you right, you mean you want to take a look at the patient's medical records." "Exactly." "I'm sorry, but those records are private, and can only be shown to medical personnel." She replied, professionally, and Charles sighed. "Okay, I want to donate a large sum of money to the person who needs it most in this hospital. If I can't see the records, then maybe you can show me the patients? Then, I'll decide for myself who I want to donate to." He suggested, and she looked at him, still confused. Charles almost cursed at the system. Why would it give him such a complicated task? It could have simply told him to donate to the hospital, give a random patient, or even an orphanage. Why did it have to be so demanding? "Okay. That will be possible." She said, and turned to the nurse next to her. "Miran, tell Sadie to take over for me. I'll be back in a few minutes." She said, "Alright." The nurse named Miran replied, and stared at Charles. Charles followed the nurse into the elevator, and onto a floor where she claimed the people with the limited time lay, due to inability to pay. Charles saw the sick people on beds, and felt pity for them. The nurse began to explain their diseases, and Charles narrowed it down to the worst. However, three diseases weighed on him as the worst. Coronary Heart disease: The man's heart arteries were said to be unable to deliver oxygen-rich blood to his heart. Lung cancer: The man had tumors in his lungs, difficulty breathing, chest pain, serious coughing with blood, and was said to live in pain daily. Cerebrovascular disease: The nurse said the woman had brain bleed, and it was urgent, but she had no money to pay, and she might not make it till the next day. The three of them as the nurse said were likely to give up before the next day. Was the right person among them?