At the prayer seats, Sister Sheila, who rarely attended Morning Prayer, stared fixedly at Ning Xiuyuan in the distance.
She told herself inwardly: I'm only exposing a heretic!
The other believers looked at Ning Xiuyuan with mixed emotions.
After fermenting overnight, the news that Arthur specialized in treating difficult and complicated illnesses—even terminal ones—had already spread throughout Francis.
Everyone was excited, amazed, and furious!
Yet they dared not voice their anger!
Until now, at the Church Hospital, Arthur was the only one who specialized in treating difficult and complicated illnesses.
—At least, he was the only one available at the highest level of medical care the poor could reach.
Therefore, although everyone was dissatisfied with Arthur's limited-admission policy, they dared not complain aloud.
After all, what if the words reached Arthur's ears and made him hold a grudge?
Thus, when they heard someone accuse Arthur, their feelings were complicated, but their hearts surged with excitement even more!
If this matter could make Arthur withdraw his limited-admission policy, that would naturally be the best possible outcome for them.
"Whether Arthur is still a believer of my Lord is not for me to decide! Even a lamb may lose its way. What we need to do is embrace all lost lambs with sincerity, mercy, and magnanimity."
After hearing the two questions, Bishop Byron immediately made his position clear.
Well, in truth, he had not made his position clear at all.
"Arthur."
Bishop Byron beckoned to Ning Xiuyuan, signaling for him to come before the pulpit.
Seeing this, Ning Xiuyuan hurried over.
"Arthur, you heard everyone's dissatisfaction. What do you have to say about it?" Bishop Byron asked.
"Your Excellency the Bishop, I have something to say." Ning Xiuyuan remained unhurried. Since he had dared to put up the limited-admission notice, he had