The crowd inhaled sharply as fear crept into their hearts. “No wonder Mrs. Farwell’s arteries became so narrow,” someone muttered under their breath.
Peregrine had a keen hearing, and he lifted his feet to deliver a light kick on that person’s leg. “Why didn’t you look more into it if you’ve already discovered that?”
That person was not expecting a kick from Peregrine, but he was not at all angry about it. In fact, he was embarrassed. After all, Peregrine was the role model they admired back when they were younger. It was an honor to be taught a lesson by their role model.
The person lowered his head and told Peregrine what happened the night before adding, “We’ve already done all the tests we could, but we couldn’t find what was making Mrs. Farwell’s arteries narrow and expand. It’s only after your diagnosis did we realize what was going on.”
A beat later, he continued guiltily, “Mrs. Farwell was fine during her stay in the hospital up until last night. She returned to her initial state after our treatment. There was nothing strange at all.”
“The lack of anything strange is what’s strangest!” Peregrine kept his hands behind his back as a grave expression crossed his face. “Dangerous changes are going on in her, but you doctors didn’t even realize that!”
The other doctors kept their heads lowered. Peregrine looked at them the same way he looked at his past students. Without realizing it, he began to explain Roxanne’s condition in detail to them.
However, some were still confused by his explanation. “Old Mr. Lomax, we know about that, but what do we do now?”
Peregrine snapped his brows together. “Do you really need to ask me that despite how clear I’ve made things out to be? Find a way to relax her arteries. Otherwise, she might not even be able to stay alive three days later!”
Everyone’s hearts lurched when they heard that, and the doctors quickly inclined their heads before working on their respective tasks.
Peregrine continued to watch them with somber eyes as the other doctors busied away. At the same time, there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes. “Old Mr. Lomax, how long do you think Roxanne will be able to hang on for?”
Lucian was crestfallen as he listened to Peregrine’s words earlier. When Peregrine heard Lucian’s voice, he came back to his senses and shook his head grimly. “Things aren’t looking good for her.”
Lucian fixed his gaze on the elderly man as he waited for the latter to continue. Turning to the hospital bed, Peregrine asked, “Who is she to you?”
“I’ll be honest with you. Roxanne is my wife and the mother to my three children. I’ll be willing to do anything as long as you cure her.”
His words were respectful but assertive. Peregrine’s frown deepened, but he was not irked by Lucian’s tone. “I’ll be frank with you too. You look ill.”
Lucian pursed his lips in silence. He had neither slept nor rested for two whole days. His eyes were bloodshot, his lips were chapped, and he barely had any color to his face. Peregrine continued slowly, “She wouldn’t survive past the second day if I hadn’t come.”
A flame of hope began burning in Lucian’s heart. However, what came out of Peregrine’s mouth next extinguished that flame. “But I can’t come up with a plan right away. I’ll need to do some research first.”
The light in Lucian’s eyes went out. “Will…. Roxanne be able to hang on until you’re done?”
