Ch. Forgot what 9 Forgot what 9

**9** 

In my hazy state, I heard someone raging. 

“Why hasn’t the fever broken yet? What are you doing?!” 

Someone stammered nervously: 

“Mr. Davies, Miss Lily has developed a strong drug resistance. She must have used a lot 

of medication before, so regular fever reducers aren’t working.” 

“Why would she use a lot of medication? She’s not sick!” 

It sounded like Christian’s voice. 

Only, it was slightly trembling. 

Very different from his usual calm, deep tone. 

The other person was silent for a moment, then said: 

“Miss Lily’s blood has a lot of drug residue. Besides antibiotics, there are also mental suppressants.” 

“Mental suppressants?” Christian said, incredulous. “Lily doesn’t have a mental illness, 

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why would she be taking mental suppressants?” 

“Since she returned to the country, she’s always been listless and uninterested in anything. Is it because of these drugs?” 

The doctor mused: 

“It should be related. Most mental medications have sedative effects. While they calm the mind, the patient’s reactions also become delayed, and their thinking becomes sluggish. But Mr. Davies…” 

“What?” 

“Besides the medication, Miss Lily also seems to have suffered severe physical trauma.” 

“Physical trauma?” 

The doctor gently pulled open my collar: 

“Mr. Davies, look, Miss Lily’s wounds don’t look like ordinary external injuries. May I unbutton her clothes to examine her thoroughly?” 

Meeting Christian’s icy gaze, the doctor seemed to touch something dangerous and quickly changed his tone: 

“Uh, Mr. Davies, why don’t you examine her yourself?” 

“Get out,” Christian said. 

The door closed, and silence filled the room. 

After an unknown period, Christian took a deep breath. 

He reached out a hand and slowly unbuttoned my clothes, one by one. 

As more and more scars were exposed before him, his hand trembled more and more violently. 

Finally, he couldn’t even hold a single button. 

The air was chilling, and goosebumps involuntarily appeared on my skin. 

I couldn’t help but curl up, groaning in pain. 

It felt like I was back in those countless damp, dark, endless days and nights. 

Suddenly, a tear fell onto my chest. 

Scalding, intense. 

It was the warmth I had always yearned for. 

But it landed on my cold skin. 

The warmth quickly dissipated, taking with it what little heat I had left. 

Christian dialed a number, his voice radiating terrifying danger: 

“Find out everything about Lily’s past three years abroad! Now!”