His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 601: Heartbeat

Chapter 601: Chapter 601: Heartbeat

Chapter 601

After taking the medicine, Chloe Collins changed into pure white clothes and settled down at the base.

Layla Lowell, as one of the research and development personnel and a girl herself, stayed by her side for care and assistance.

She had to undergo a check-up every two days to monitor her body’s various indicators for any significant changes, especially her heart.

As long as her physiological indicators returned to the normal human standard range, it meant that the medicine was truly effective.

At night, Layla sat on the bed next to Chloe, reading a medical book.

Recalling something, she suddenly turned her head and asked Chloe, "How did you manage when your school organized medical examinations in the past?"

After all, Chloe’s current body indicators were different from those of normal people.

For example, a normal human body temperature is 36 to 37 degrees Celsius, while hers was 37 to 38 degrees Celsius.

As for her heart rate, the normal range is 60-101 beats per minute, but her current heart rate is 120-160 beats per minute. For her, this range is actually normal; if it is higher or lower, she will experience symptoms such as chest pain.

When her heart rate returns to under 100 without any physical abnormalities, it indicates that she is improving.

During the last medicine trial, her heart rate successfully returned to under 100, but it triggered chest pain and shortness of breath.

At that time, Albert Green and others were frantic, trying to save her. However, she recovered on her own the next day.

This was the power of BRD-2, a dominant and forceful drug, seemingly declaring to all other counteracting drugs that it is the only one that can take Chloe Collins’s life.

As Chloe recalled these events, she looked up at Layla and said, "The first time, it indeed caused quite a stir. However, the elementary school I attended was relatively old-fashioned, and the teachers there didn’t pay much attention to it. They saw me running and jumping around, and just assumed the instruments were broken, so no one deliberately sought an explanation."

Layla asked, "What about your mother? Didn’t she worry after finding out?"

Chloe responded, "I was born like this, so my family was used to it. They saw that I didn’t have any illnesses, so they didn’t really care. Besides, my mother’s health condition is similar to mine, and her initial check-ups didn’t reveal any problems, so she didn’t take it seriously either."

Layla nodded and asked, "What about later, when you went to middle school? They had medical examinations too, right?"

Chloe, eating an apple, replied, "That was easy. I skipped the school exams and got a private medical check-up report for the teachers to see."

"Clever," Layla said, her eyes wandering as she suddenly asked, "What triggered your chest pain during each episode? It would only happen if your heart rate was above 160, right?"

Chloe replied, "There were no warning signs."

"So, if you exercise intensely with an accelerated heartbeat, will you also experience that situation?"

Chloe responded, "No, it’s never happened before."

Otherwise, she would not have been able to learn her martial arts skills.

Layla’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she asked, "Then...if you see a man you like, would that also happen?"

Chloe looked at her.

"Are you talking about feeling butterflies in my stomach?"

"Yes," Layla replied.

Without giving it a thought, Chloe said, "No."

"Oh, then it just means you haven’t met a man who makes your heart race," Layla concluded.

As the words sank in, Chloe’s chewing slowed down, and her eyes seemed to be filled with hesitancy and deep thoughts.

Suddenly, a blurry image flashed before her eyes—

At the age of thirteen, outside the Red Lacquer Courtyard’s door, she held freshly prepared medicinal soup, her curious gaze searching the courtyard.

Finally, under a tree covered in maple leaves, she saw a man sitting in front of a chessboard. His eyes were covered with a white cloth, his hand pinching a black chess piece, his face refined, his demeanor elegant and noble, like an orchid or a jade tree, and as poetic as a painting.

Under the scorching sunshine, her body suddenly swayed, and she covered her faintly aching chest, hesitating for a long time before finally entering.

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(That’s it for today, goodnight everyone.)