"The operation was a huge success. Hesper’s condition is very stable now." Professor Miles was visibly happy; when he came out, he looked a bit tired. "We’ll transfer her to a ward for 24 hours of observation. If nothing goes wrong during this time, Hesper’s legs will get back to how they were before."
Matthew breathed a sigh of relief; no matter what, it was a good thing that Hesper’s leg injury had been cured.
Rickard sat on the other side of the bench, not making a sound. Professor Miles could not help but feel a little strange.
‘Didn't Rickard care about Hesper the most? But now that the result of her operation is out, why is he so silent?’
Matthew was not surprised. Professor Miles took a step forward out of curiosity, but Rickard suddenly fell from the bench.
"Mr. Duval!"
Since Matthew was the closest to Rickard, he quickly supported him, who was about to drop to the floor face down.
The moment he saw his face, he realized that Rickard’s cheeks looked so pale that it seemed that all blood had been drained from his face.
"Rickard Duval?"
Matthew frowned and patted his cheek twice. Professor Miles also frowned, strode forward, and took Rickard’s pulse, his expression then changed immediately. "Mr. Duval has been poisoned. His pulse feels erratic."
"...What?" Everything happened so quickly that Matthew could not react.
Professor Miles’ brows creased tighter and tighter. "Help me lift him up. We have to bring him to a lab and run a whole body checkup on him."
Matthew could also see that Rickard’s situation was very serious.
‘But he was still doing very fine an hour ago. How could he get poisoned all of a sudden? And we’re the only two waiting in the corridor.’
Realizing this, Matthew’s expression changed instantly.
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