Saint De Hospital

A red convertible sports car stopped at the hospital entrance, very conspicuous.

Diana had changed into a grey dress when she went out.

She cut off the conservative collar to reveal her sexy shoulders, and the white collar and the part below made a belt, which she wore in a unique way.

The door was pulled open from the outside and a gentleman helped her out of the car.

She put her little hand on the back of the man's hand, deliberately putting on a haughty look.

The man smiled gently and looked her up and down with his eyes as deep as glass:

"Very different, more vivid than ever."

"Dr. Caleb's praise always keeps me between the living and the dead."

"You escaped so late, and the House of Owen rules are so strict, I really suspect what I saw was a ghost......"

"SHH, are you sure you want to tell me this so late at night?" "I'm here to get the medicine from you," said Diana, holding up her pale index finger, a centimeter away from the man's lips.

What seemed like an unintentional gesture made the man lose his mind. Before she was beautiful, she was more like a soulless puppet, but now her beauty was alive, lively.

A bunch of hands waved before Caleb's eyes, and he came to his senses, suppressing the urge to grasp the little hands: "Have you finished your medicine? I remember the last time I gave you enough for three months..."

Caleb led her to his office, his high heels hitting the ground with a clattering sound, swinging through the quiet corridor.

"I'm not going to prescribe that kind of medicine." Diana, knowing Caleb was talking about a drug that suppresses a new toxin in her body, swept her chest hair behind her back and said "I'm going to prescribe an prophylactic."

Caleb's steps clearly paused, and his hands in the white coat suddenly clenched into fists.

"Drop by and take a look at the Eva." Diana added.

The Eva Eva raised her from childhood. She married into the House of Owen and followed her to the House of Owen, but unfortunately, two years ago, she had an accident and fell into a vegetative state...

Caleb was the attending doctor of the Eva, and thus she got to know Caleb. It was from then on that Caleb became the only friend she could trust and share her heart with, a male friend.

The House of Owen has strict rules. The last time I saw the nurse was on the first day she was admitted to the hospital, and then she was handed over to the special care.

She had no choice but to have the nurse report to the House of Owen once a month...

"No wonder Alaric ordered that no drugstore sell post-treatment drugs for 48 hours."

Diana: "......"

"You... Not planning to have children?" A probing tone.

"I'm not crazy! I must leave the House of Owen. How could I have children?"

"That is to say, Alaric's announced baby-making plan is one-sided?"

Without a second thought, Diana nodded: "It was an accident that I had sex with him last night. We were probably drugged..."

There are so many bizarre things happening at the House of Owen, getting poisoned by a new type of toxin, being pushed into the sea for no reason a month ago, the Eva drying clothes, falling from the third floor and becoming a vegetative state...

None of these events happened by chance, yet there was no trace to be found.

She didn't want to stay in such a strange place for a moment.

"Is it the same person who drugged you and poisoned you?"

The sound of the high heels stepping on the marble floor tiles stopped abruptly.

Diana had thought about this too. Poisoning her was nothing but a desire to kill her, so why did she have sex with Alaric?

Or did Alaric hate her even more after having sex with her, making him think she was the one who drugged him...

Her thoughts were stuck here. She shook her head and said, "I don't know. Hiding so deeply and doing it so discretely, it should only be aimed at me."

"Could it be Alaric?"

Diana's high heels, choked by Caleb's question, almost fell down, but fortunately Caleb reached out and held her back gentlemanly.

The scene happened to be captured by a shot in the dark.

Could Diana hold onto the wall and be the pervert of Alaric? To make her leave in a sorry state? To marry his favorite?

But today she tried so hard to get away, but was stopped by a plan to have a baby with his back hand. Logically, if it was him, she would have to admire him for playing a good hand of cards.

Perhaps he thought she wasn't poisoned to the point of insanity, so he couldn't let her go for the time being, and the plan to create a child was just a trick...

She chuckled, wondering if her imagination could be used to direct a TV series, Mission: Impossible, with such superb acting skills that he could shine brightly in the film and television industry.

"What's wrong? Look so pale? Did you forget to take your medicine today?" A big palm was placed over her forehead.

Click, another photo.

"You can't get post-treatment medicine from hospital pharmacies right now, can you?"

"Um." Caleb naturally pulled his hand back into the bag, suppressing the ripples in his heart that had just touched her delicate skin.

She was the patient, and he had never felt this way for a patient before. She was the first, and it had been since the first time he saw her two years ago.

He wanted to sell him a bribe, but he couldn't bear to see her anxious look, so he hurriedly said, "You don't have to get the medicine from the pharmacy. I'll make it for you on the spot."

Diana clearly breathed a sigh of relief. He was a genius doctor and pharmacist and knew that such a small matter wouldn't stump him.

Following Caleb into the office, unlike any other office, the interior was quaint and decorated with all kinds of calligraphy, paintings, ceramics and antiques, more like a study.

Walking towards the desk, Caleb fiddled with a colorful glass mythical beast, the Qilin, in the upper right corner of the table.

The hidden door on the bookcase opened, and inside was a laboratory.

"You remind me of the strange doctor who does all kinds of experiments in cartoons." The image of him working on drugs here every day came to mind, and that's how her drugs were made.

"So you're a guinea pig?"

"Of course my life is in your hands, and you gave it to me." She is infected with a new type of virus. No one in the world can detect it with an instrument except him. It's hard to imagine what she would be like now without him.

Even harder to imagine is a young man of twenty-eight years old, whose medical talent is already shining, but who is low-key and has repeatedly turned down the Nobel Prize because he doesn't need the awards to prove himself.

He is also the pride of the Warsaw people, and many nobles and celebrities want to take him for their own use, but he comes from a medical family that has been passed down for hundreds of years and is a leading figure in the medical field, and he simply has no interest in associating with them.

The test tube, the medical pipette, was held between his slender, bony fingers, but his expression was particularly serious as he concentrated on meaSully hotelng the liquid in the test tube to milliliters and then mixing them together...

When a man is serious, it's not something that can be described by just one word - handsome, especially when he's such a careful and upright man.