Her expression was quite serious. "I can’t guarantee I can cure you, because you came a little late. If you had come to me on the very day you were poisoned, I might have been able to cure you."
Chloe Reed’s fingers curled slightly. She then typed on her phone, and a synthetic female voice rang out, "Let’s start the treatment. It would be best if I can recover. If I can’t, we’ll deal with it then."
Fiona Linton nodded. "I’ll give you acupuncture first, then follow up with a course of herbal medicine."
She stood up to get her acupuncture kit, which held a complete set of tools.
Nathaniel Monroe watched from the side, his hands clenched into fists. He asked in a strained voice, "And what if someone’s eyes have been burned?"
Fiona Linton said, "I’d have to see his condition to make a judgment."
Nathaniel Monroe immediately asked, "Then can you come with us? He has other injuries and isn’t able to fly here."
Fiona Linton faltered for a moment, then said, "I need to consider it."
Nathaniel Monroe wanted to say more, but Daniel Hayes stopped him.
Daniel Hayes said, "Take your time to think about it. For now, just focus on treating her. Let’s see what kind of results you can get."
"Mm."
Chloe Reed lowered her gaze, sitting on the sofa with her red lips pressed into a thin line.
’She can’t even guarantee my recovery. What about Walker Grant, then?’
’I can still live without my voice.’
’But if he can’t see, how is he supposed to live?’
At that thought, Chloe Reed’s heart seized. A sharp, sudden pain made her brow furrow.
"Come with me to the other room."
Fiona Linton said once she was ready.
Chloe Reed closed her eyes, forcefully suppressing her emotions, and followed Fiona Linton into a room.


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