The First Heir

Philip quickly rushed to the room. Layla lay on the bed, her face pale. Her breathing was still very weak. He walked over, looked at Layla’s condition, and stroked her hair. Then, he got up, walked out of the room, and bowed to Dr. Hoff.

He said, “Dr. Hoff, how is my friend doing?”

The old man in front of him was talking to Claus. Seeing Philip, he smiled and said, “Young Patriarch Clarke, don’t worry. Your friend is out of danger now. There’s nothing serious, but…”

“But what?” Philip asked.

Dr. Hoff shook his head and said, “She seems to have a condition that I can’t figure out. I’ve practiced medicine for decades, but I’ve never seen such a condition before.”

“What condition?” Philip asked nervously.

friend. The existence of this

asked, “What’s bad about it,

Hoff stroked his white beard and said with a sigh, “The downside is that your friend will feel cold all over her body every night of the full

that, Philip frowned. This condition

Hoff, is there any way to

in my life, and I don‘t have any

slightly to Dr. Hoff

room again and

and her face was pale, but it was