Chapter 661

As Arielle recalled, the Wilhelms would bring her and Henry for medical checkups every year. The checkups, however, were always only physical, never psychological.

It might be true that she, like Trisha, could have a little mental disability.

It seemed like it was about time she consulted a psychologist.

Arielle’s deep-rooted frustration evaporated instantly after she convinced herself that she was suffering from a mental disorder.

Night was drawing in slowly.

A thick blanket of darkness covered the earth. While the stars and the moon hung high in the sky, Rocher Private Hospital was illuminated as brightly as day.

In an emergency room.

“Adrenaline, stat!”

“Get more blood from the blood bank!”

“Platelet count is dropping!”

need Queenie here. You, page Dr. Mill

“Yes, Dr. Ziegler.”

 

situation in the emergency room was

unconscious and

paced back and forth in front of the emergency room entrance. Smoking cigarettes as he paced, stick after stick, the ashes

that precise moment, the emergency room’s

nurse rushed out from the

over and asked her,

her mask and replied, “We’re still trying to save her. Just a reminder, sir. You can’t

Okay.” Henrick put out the cigarette in his hand. He begged, “You must save my

“I’m going to page the greatest surgeon in the hospital right now. Don’t

 

nodded. He didn’t

thesis on a robotic

 

her office.

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