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.

wondered why Gordon insisted

a while, he gestured

two minutes, he asked, "How long have you had

to discern this. It seemed he was indeed extraordinary. Moreover, his tone was confident in stating that I experienced headaches rather than asking if

answered, "Not long, it started

things, but do memories occasionally resurface?" His question surprised me

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

examine me. They mentioned there wasn't a good way to treat this. condition,

lost memories were recovered, the

with just one pulse check, could accurately pinpoint it. It was

memories are you missing?" Gordon asked me, his

no memories of my entire childhood, My memories start from the time of my high school entrance exam, and everything before that is a blank

how precious those lost memories were to me. They contained all the time I spent with

he looked at Archie. With

him and anxiously asked, "Mr. Gordon, what do you mean? Why do you say my memories have been sealed? How were they sealed?" My tone was urgent, and my