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Chapter 1666 Can She Hold On?
The crowd was in an uproar upon hearing Old Master Loewe's words, and fear struck them.
"No wonder Mrs. Lawrence's blood vessels constricted so badly..." someone whispered.
With sharp ears, Calian lifted his foot and gently kicked the man on the leg. "Since you found that, why didn't you
check further?"
The man was caught off guard when Calian kicked him, but he felt more embarrassed than angry.
Calian was, after all, their idol. It was an honor to have him lecture them.
With this in mind, he lowered his head and told the situation of the night before, "We've done all the tests we can
do, but none of them found the cause of the severe constriction and dilation of Mrs. Lawrence's blood vessels. We
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtonly realized it when you said so.”
Then, he explained guiltily, "Mrs. Lawrence was fine when she came to the hospital. Only last night did she suddenly
have an attack. After our treatment, she returned to her original appearance without any abnormality." "No
abnormality is the biggest problem!
"Something very dangerous is happening inside her body, yet you doctors noticed nothing," Calian said. His hands
clasped behind his back.
The doctors lowered their heads and were convinced by his lecture.
These people were like his former students. Calian subconsciously analyzed Rosalie's situation to them in detail.
In the end, someone was still clueless. "Old Master Loewe, we know these, but what should we do next?”
Calian frowned and said coldly, "Do you need to ask since I've already stated this clearly? Find a way to soften her
veins right now! Otherwise, let alone three days, she might not even be alive for two days!"
Hearing this, all the doctors were shocked and quickly nodded before preparing the medications.
Looking at their busy figures, Old Master Loewe looked worried and disappointed at the same time.
"How long do you think Rosalie can hold on?"
Byron heard what Old Master Loewe said earlier, and his heart was heavy.
At the sound of his voice, Old Master Loewe snapped out of his thoughts and shook his head. "The situation is not
optimistic."
Byron looked at Old Master Loewe firmly, wanting an answer.
Old Master Loewe glanced over his shoulder toward the bed and suddenly asked, "What is your relationship with
her?"
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Byron answered seriously, 'To tell you the truth, Rosie is my wife and the mother of my three children, so I'm willing
to pay any price. Please do save her!"
It was respectful and forceful.
Old Master Loewe frowned, yet it was not because he was displeased with Byron’s attitude. Instead, he lamented,
"That's why you look like you're seriously ill too."
Byron said nothing.
Two days and nights without sleep made his eyes bloodshot. His lips were dry and flaring, and his face was ugly.
Old Master Loewe said slowly, "If I hadn't come, she wouldn't have made it to the third day."
Byron’s hope rose.
Old Master Loewe broke Byron's hope again when he continued.
"Now that I'm here, I can't think of an immediate solution. I still need to look up some information."
Byron's gaze looked to be full of despair as he tried to get an answer to his worries. "Will Rosie be able... to hold on
until you're back?"
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