Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 903 Revealing the Secrets

Mr. Gordon waved at me and didn't say much, indicating that I should sit beside him.

"May I check your pulse?" Mr. Gordon asked.

Perplexed, I looked at the old man. He nodded persistently and pointed to the chair, insisting on examining my pulse.

Jason quickly said to me, "Mr. Gordon is a divine doctor. You better let him check you out. He rarely comes out of seclusion. We need to wait until someone declares giving up treatment before we can ask for his examination. Girl, you're blessed. Even Mr. Gordon favors you."

Upon Jason's introduction, I learned that Gordon was a doctor. If he was called a divine doctor, his medical skills must be exceptional.

I didn't want to be rude, so I sat in front of him, placing my hands on the table in front of him.

Without a word, he extended his hand, lightly placing his fingers on my pulse and silently observing my face.

The others quickly sat down while keeping their voices down, afraid of disturbing Gordon.

Gordon insisted on examining my

while, he gestured for me

two minutes, he asked, "How long have you

indeed extraordinary. Moreover, his tone

"Not long, it started a few

memories occasionally

to recall something, I get a splitting headache. Those scenes in my mind are blurry, and I always try hard to see them clearly, but... it's impossible." This caused me great pain every time, but I had never spoken about them, not even to Atlas. I was afraid that he would

doctor to examine me. They mentioned there wasn't a good way to treat this. condition, and only stimulating the brain nerves continuously

lost memories were recovered, the headaches would ease

just one pulse check, could accurately pinpoint it. It

Gordon asked me, his eyes full

childhood, My memories start from the time of my high school entrance exam, and everything before that is a blank slate. I know

lost memories were to me. They contained all the

listened to my explanation, his gaze profound as he looked at Archie. With

anxiously asked, "Mr. Gordon, what do you mean? Why do you say my memories have been sealed? How were