Chapter 122 Please Forgive Me
How is this possible?
On the other side, Vinson regarded Carter who had firmly trapped his wrist. “Will you let go now?”
Carter did as asked, and self-consciously cleared his own throat.
Who would’ve guessed that a few needles placed by a young lass into the patient would be able to cure him.
She has proven herself to be infinitely more capable than the internationally renowned Dr. Jankowitsch!
But didn’t she say that she only understood a little?
How could this be considered just little?
By now, Arielle’s fingers moved and she frailly opened her eyes.
What greeted her was a scene of carnage in the room; the smashed fragments of the vase that used to stand by the door laid all over the floor; the television turned over—it was as though some fierce battle had taken place.
She sat up, confounded. “What just happened?”
Vinson strode toward her, but did not give her a straight answer. “How are you feeling?”
Arielle shook her head and was about to speak when the man in the bed next to hers exclaimed in Ustranasion, “It’s y’all!”
Carter chopped down on the man’s neck with his back of his hand posthaste, causing the man’s eyeballs to roll into his skull and fall into unconsciousness.
That shocked Arielle but she quickly recovered. “Was he conscious?”
Arielle twitched her lower lip weakly. “If traditional Chanaean medicine could find greater development within your family, it can only be a good thing.”
Vinson’s brows became bound in a tight furrow. “What has traditional Chanaean medicine’s development to do with you? Dr. Janokowitsch, go get the nurse to put her on a drip.”
Arielle instinctively rejected it. “I’m fine…”
Vinson was expressionless while he remained cautionary. “Don’t push yourself. Remember that you’ll still need to climb your way back into the hotel.”
Arielle fell silent upon hearing that.
She knew her own body well, and understood that it needed attention owing to the delicate state it was in.
Vinson’s expression seemed to softened after seeing that she was no longer resistant. “Alright, you should rest up. Try to speed up the DNA processing on your end, Carter.”
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