novelxo Chapter 190 Poisoned
Rufus' POV:
I stood at the gate of my palace and watched as Sylvia walked away, trying to think up ways to trick her into moving back in with me.
I couldn't stand the thought of parting with her, even for a single day.
But she suddenly stopped in her tracks and bent over.
"What's wrong, Sylvia?" I immediately asked, stepping forward to help her up.
However, she didn't answer me. She just collapsed to the ground.
"Sylvia!" I cried. I was so scared, as though something in my brain exploded.
Sylvia shut her eyes tight and went limp in my arms, as though her soul had left her body.
All of a sudden, a shiver ran down my spine and my hands shook. I touched her face warily, only to find that her skin was cold as ice. "Miss Todd, what happened?" Maya, who had rushed to Sylvia's side in a hurry, dropped all the plates she was holding. They crashed to the floor and shattered into countless pieces. "I'll call an ambulance!" "It will be too late. We need to go to the hospital ourselves. Ask all doctors on standby to wait there for us." As I spoke, I scooped Sylvia into my arms and got into my car. I sped all the way to the Royal Hospital.
As soon as we got out of the car, all the doctors on standby immediately surrounded us. They took Sylvia from me, put her on a gurney, and pushed her all the way into the emergency room. Three hours later, Sylvia was finally wheeled out of the emergency room.
I was sitting on the sofa with a gloomy face and looked at the doctors, who were nervously standing in a row in the ward.
"None of you knows what's going on?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"We saw symptoms of heart failure, but when we got her X-ray result, we didn't find anything wrong. Logically speaking, she should be able to wake up by now." Ferrill, an authoritative expert in cardiology and brain science, stepped forward. "Yes, Miss Todd's disease is very strange. We need time to study her condition," an old doctor with grey, wispy hair bowed added. He glanced at Sylvia's sickbed and shook his head. "It's too out of the ordinary."
My heart hurt so much that my hands hadn't stopped shaking.
Sylvia had lost the ability to breathe by herself out of the blue. But these quacks told me that they hadn't found the reason why.
"I'm giving you half a day to figure it out." I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down, but no matter how hard I tried to keep my voice level, I couldn't suppress the coldness in my heart. "If not, I will kill all of you idiots."
After receiving the order, the doctors nodded nervously and scurried off to run their tests.
Sylvia was then wheeled back into the emergency room.
I sat at the door of the emergency room dejectedly, smoking one cigarette after another. Gradually, I fell into a pool of despair. I couldn't imagine the consequences of losing Sylvia. The second time Sylvia was brought out of the emergency room, she looked even worse.
Now she was like a bag with air leaking from all directions. When one hole was blocked, another hole was slowly consuming her. The ventilator could only barely maintain her life.
Just as everyone was beginning to lose hope, Ferrill suddenly asked with urgency, "When did Miss Todd's arm get injured?"
Without waiting for my answer, he rushed to Sylvia's side and started to unwrap the bandage on her arm. His eyes went as wide as saucers when he saw what was underneath the bandages. "Why is it festering? With the strong physique of the werewolf race, wounds usually heal very quickly. The wound shouldn't have worsened like this."
Ferrill's words made me narrow my eyes in suspicion. I remembered that Sylvia's injury wasn't so serious in the first place. She should have recovered faster with the licking of her mate. That was, unless she was poisoned.
His words instantly caused all the doctors present to break into discussion.
Ferrill took the initiative to draw some purulent blood from the wound on Sylvia's arm for testing. The final result was that Sylvia was indeed poisoned.