Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 314 Extraordinary Intellect

"You do know your stuff." The doctor exclaimed, amazed, "Such a bright child for only three years old!"

Noah scrunched up his little brow, his face stern. "Stick to the facts, please!"

"Of course, of course." The doctor quickly turned serious. "Yes, the head injury and some blood loss are why he's still unconscious, but he should be waking up soon.

"Besides, we are a professional hospital, and we take responsibility for every patient. I've conducted a thorough examination to ensure that there are no other issues and that he won't have any lasting effects. You can rest easy."

"That's a relief!" Noah finally breathed easier. "Doctor, could you please give me a copy of my brother's medical records and all treatment documents? I need them for our lawyer since we'll be pressing charges against the person responsible." "Uh?" The doctor was left stunned. Was this a three-year-old speaking? This child's intelligence and logic were more advanced than many adults!

"Do as he says!"

A venerable voice called out.

The doctor turned to see an elderly figure entering swiftly. He stood up at once to greet the man respectfully. "Mr. Clemens!"

"No need for formalities."

As Mr. Clemens spoke, the hospital director rushed over with a group of specialists.

All of them greeted Mr. Clemens with utmost respect.

The director explained anxiously, "Mr. Clemens, as soon as I heard the news, I organized a team of experts and came here at full speed. I've been informed about the situation; rest assured, I'll take care of your grandson's matters." "Ahem, ahem." Silas cleared his throat twice, interrupting the director. "This child is not Mr. Clemens' grandson."

The Dean's face went pale, and he quickly corrected himself, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake."

"It may not be my grandson, but he's family all the same," Mr. Clemens instructed. "Dr. Charles, please ensure he gets the best medical care and comprehensively meets his needs."

"Of course."

Dr. Charles kept nodding.

The other doctors and nurses also nodded in agreement.

"And one more thing." Mr. Clemens pointed at Noah and said, "Please provide all the information and documents this young man requests accurately without delay."

"Yes, understood. "Dr. Charles glanced at Noah with respect.

"This boy has a sister," Mr. Clemens continued. "She's been crying for a long time, causing tonsillitis. She's currently downstairs getting an IV. Please, provide her the same top-notch treatment and care." "I'll arrange it right away."

Dr. Charles personally asked about the situation inside the patient room and made new arrangements.

Noah stood by, watching until everything was set in place. He had received all the test results and paperwork, which finally eased the frowns on his forehead.

Mr. Clemens watched him tenderly, and seeing Noah relax, he approached with a smile and asked, "Feeling better now?"

"Thank you." Noah's hostility towards Mr. Clemens had diminished. "My mom says, 'To err is human, to rectify, divine.' You made a mistake, but then you made amends, so I've decided to forgive you!" "Ha-ha-ha, thank you!"

Mr. Clemens laughed and nodded, genuinely fond of the boy, whose every word and expression reminded him of Micah when he was young.

Not only did he look similar, but his mannerisms and even the way he thought and spoke were alike.

"However, your driver hasn't shown up yet, and I wonder if he's realized his mistake," Noah said in a more serious tone. "You should consider whether he's still fit for his job."