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!”

here. You, page Dr. Mill right

“Yes, Dr. Ziegler.”

 

the emergency room

fell unconscious and was rushed

the emergency room entrance. Smoking cigarettes as he paced, stick after stick, the ashes rained down and covered

precise moment, the emergency room’s door

out from the emergency

and asked her,

of cigarette smoke as he talked. The nurse tightened her mask and replied,

the cigarette in his hand. He begged, “You must save

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

 

you, thank you.” Henrick continually nodded. He didn’t want to disturb the

was writing a thesis on a

 

her office.

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