?<strong>Chapter 435:</strong>


    “Have a goodnight,” Car replied.


    Kylee stood up and walked out of Car’s room.


    As soon as the door clicked shut, Kylee’s expression changed in an instant.


    She had been feeling uneasy the entire day.


    All because she had discovered that Belinda was allergic to artichokes.


    The problem was that she knew her mother, Car, was also allergic to artichokes! She remembered that, just like Car, Belinda was allergic to seafood as well.


    What on earth was happening here?


    Could this truly be just a coincidence?


    Or was there something more to it, something secret, that she hadn’t discovered yet?


    She couldn’t help but feel that there was something amiss about all this.


    But she hadn’t been able to get any useful information from Car.


    Kylee’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion.


    Suddenly, as if struck by a realization, she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.


    She reminded herself that she was probably just overthinking the matter.


    It was probably just another coincidence.


    Biting her lip, Kylee turned and made her way back to her room.


    The following day, after Belinda had taken a full day of rest, the small red bumps on her face had started to fade, their color much lighter than it had been the day before.


    After finishing the breakfast the nurse had brought her, Belinda was just about to lie down for a nap when there was a knock at the door.


    “Come on in,” she said.


    The door soon creaked open with a soft click.


    Four men in white coats stepped inside.


    When Belinda caught sight of the man leading the group, her eyes flickered momentarily.


    The man was Branson Patel—the head of the Medical Section at Grand ins General Hospital.


    The Medical Section was responsible for overseeing all the doctors.


    “Dr. Patel,” Belinda said, sitting up straight to greet him.


    Branson’s expression was notably serious.


    He started by asking, “How are you feeling now?”


    “I am feeling much better,” Belinda responded.


    Nodding, Branson straightened up and said, “Alright, let’s discuss the matter of you fainting from an allergic reaction while performing surgery.”


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