Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby!
Chapter 615 - 616: The Scent on Her (5)

Chapter 615: Chapter 616: The Scent on Her (5)

These days, they had been focusing on investigating Duke Locke, but because of the recent news about Gan Yuan, Huangfu Jue had mainly been preoccupied with Gan Yuan and thus had somewhat neglected the matters concerning Duke Locke.

"The doctor said that his condition was originally of a common severity, but for some reason, the medication wasn’t very effective and his condition appeared to be worsening. So... the doctor suggested that he be hospitalized, and by this morning, Duke Locke had officially been admitted. His current state is continuously drowsy, and the doctors have only diagnosed him with senile dementia for now."

Huangfu Jue tapped his fingers on the documents, "Since it’s so serious, let’s pay him a visit."

He wanted to see for himself whether this dementia was real or fake.

Will understood his meaning and immediately arranged the car and had someone prepare a bouquet. Ten minutes later, Huangfu Jue was sitting in the car on the way to the hospital.

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Royal Hospital, in-patient building.

A tall female nurse, dressed in a white coat and wearing a mask, walked down the corridor in flat shoes and gently pushed open the door to Duke Locke’s sickroom.

In the sickroom, there was only the sound of medical equipment.

The nurse placed the tray she was carrying onto the small table by the bed, picked up a syringe, and behind the wide-rimmed plastic glasses, a pair of ink-dark eyes shone bright as stars.

If Huangfu Jue were here, he would have immediately recognized those eyes, for the person disguised as a female nurse was none other than Gan Yuan.

After drawing distilled water from the medicine bottle, Gan Yuan purposefully pressed her throat and asked,

"Mr. Duke, how do you feel?"

Duke Locke, with his mouth open, blankly stared at the ceiling, unresponsive.

"We’re going to give you an injection; it might hurt a bit!"

Gan Yuan warned him, took the syringe and inserted it into his arm. Duke Locke still had no reaction. The eyes behind the glasses narrowed slightly, Gan Yuan withdrew the syringe and reached over, giving a light flick.

Bang!

A medicine bottle on the tray fell to the floor, making a sudden noise. Duke Locke still had his mouth open, and even his eyeballs didn’t move.

No one could keep up such an act to this degree. A sudden occurrence like this would elicit an instinctive reaction from anyone.

It seemed that he truly was suffering from dementia!

"What’s going on?" A middle-aged female doctor walked in and asked.

Gan Yuan quickly turned around, "I’m sorry, I accidentally broke the bottle. I’ll clean it up right away."

"Be careful, clean it up quickly."

The female doctor, finding her face unfamiliar, assumed she was a new nurse and didn’t think much of it. After giving an order, she turned and left the room.

Gan Yuan’s phone vibrated in her pocket. She took it out, and Jessica’s voice immediately rang out from the earpiece.

"Qian Xueying has arrived and is now entering the elevator."

"I know, have the car ready at the back door, I will come down in a bit."

After murmuring a response, Gan Yuan picked up the tray and walked out of the sickroom, turning into a nearby treatment room. At the end of the corridor, with a light ring, the elevator doors parted, and Qian Xueying stepped out with a thermos, followed by the butler, Xiuyi.

She had been frequently visiting the sickroom for the past couple of days, so naturally, the nurses and doctors recognized her—plus, she always behaved with a gentle demeanor, smiling and greeting everyone she saw.

Therefore, the nurses were quite friendly toward her.

"Good afternoon, Miss Xueying."

"Good afternoon."

"Are you bringing soup for Mr. Duke again?"

Qian Xueying shook the thermos in her hand, "Yes, my father really likes it. I’ve made a lot; you all should try some, too?"

"No, that’s alright. You are really generous."

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The nurses naturally declined politely, and she stepped into Duke Locke’s sickroom.

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Came back late :)