Heath had run into a little trouble.
"Mr. Norman, your daughter has a fever. She's at the hospital right now." Heath held his phone, feeling rather overwhelmed, but still did his best to explain things to him. After all, it was better to explain something like this properly rather than leave Mr. Norman worried. Heath simply could not understand why May had developed a fever, or why she had suddenly fainted in the kitchen while talking to him. It had left him stunned. Fortunately, Heath had reacted quickly and brought May to Fuchsia City's hospital right away. But now a new problem had arisen. After the typhoon, many medical resources at Fuchsia City's hospital were in very short supply. Fortunately, they could still perform a basic diagnosis, but whether they could continue treating her would depend on the situation.
After all, Fuchsia City's hospital was short of far too many things, and the wards were very crowded, so whether May could receive treatment here was still uncertain.
If her condition was urgent, she would need to be transferred to another city immediately, or wait for the League's medical relief teams to arrive. The typhoon that had struck Fuchsia City had drawn considerable attention within the Kanto League lately. People had eagerly donated money and supplies, and medical teams had also been sent to help. It had to be said that this was very effective, certainly much better than the foolish practice in some places of mailing paper cranes to disaster areas after a catastrophe. After all, what people needed after a disaster was material aid, not completely useless paper cranes.
Fortunately, Mr. Norman was very reasonable. He merely asked Heath to help look after her, saying he would fly over with his wife overnight. Heath said nothing about that. In