After arriving at Linda's room, Jocelyn knocked on her door. "Linda, it's me, your Aunt Jocelyn. What's going on?"

Having received no response, she knocked again, but to no avail. Therefore, she entered the room in haste, only to see that Linda was lying in bed unmoving. There was a stain on the floor, as if someone had vomited on it.

"Oh, Linda! What's the matter?" Jocelyn hurried over to Linda to rest a hand on her forehead.

"Your temperature is so high! Are you having a fever?" With that, Jocelyn summoned the servants, while Lindsay hurried to the room as soon as she heard the commotion.

While opening her eyes semi-consciously, Linda muttered, "Grandma, Aunt Jocelyn, why are you..." Her voice was as feeble as could be.

"Hurry up! Go get the family doctor! Why didn't you inform us that you're sick?" Lindsay held Linda's hand, feeling sorry for her.

"I'm sorry, Grandma. I assumed that I would be alright. We're going back to Astoria tomorrow, so I was hoping that I would

child. Of course your health should take precedence over going back to Astoria!" Lindsay wept in distress, feeling sorry for

I'm alright. I'll be fine after taking some medicine. Let's go visit

We'll go after you've recovered. There's no rush." With that, plans to visit

needed to do

she went to Wyatt directly. Although he might not be an expert in regards to her condition, he

of your condition." Wyatt

give such a definitive statement. Even if the patients are in the last stage of cancer, doctors would never want

as a definitive diagnosis. Therefore, nobody would dare conclude if the patient would either definitely recover, or if there was no

can I still

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