The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 180

The doctor froze and didn't move.

After Lyra identified herself, the doctor immediately checked Melvin's medical records on the computer.

"This patient is basically fine except that he has a pretty weak condition."

The lab sheet was reprinted.

The doctor handed it to her.

She gently took it, scanned it carefully, and asked again, "And how about the injury on his back?"

"It is the ordinary concentrated sulfuric acid that caused the burns. If he uses the medicine for a period of time, he will be fine. Pay attention not to get wet, but ... after recovering, it will certainly leave a scar. It will not look good."

Lyra went over the labs again and they showed that Melvin's health was indeed fine.

But can it really be that simple?

Then why was Melvin so abnormal today?

She always felt something was wrong, something strange, but she couldn't say it.

"Really? Don't hide it from me." She stared at the doctor cautiously and emphasized.

The doctor's face was flat. It was not like he was lying, "Yes Miss Carroll, that's what Mr. Freeman's test showed."

So maybe, she was overthinking it?

Lyra withdrew her thoughts and her expression was solemn, "About my coming here, if Mr. Freeman in the ward asks, keep it a secret."

The doctor understood and nodded his head in agreement.

As soon as she left, the doctor's computer screen had another complete lab sheet.

Looking at several abnormal physical indicators on the lab report, he let out a silent sigh.

It was really ...

He gave too much!

After exiting the doctor's office, Lyra didn't linger and went straight back to Seaside Villa.

Nineteen saw her get out of the car and hurriedly came out from the shadows.

"Miss, I heard that you were in the department last night. They didn't give you a hard time, right?"

Just as he finished, Fifteen, who was the first to get out of the car, walked up and gave him a punch.

Nineteen grunted, puzzed, stumbled backward two steps, and immediately there was was bruise the corner of his mouth.

Seventeen still felt insufficient and raised his fist, "Miss saved you and you still betray her. I’ll beat you to death once and for all!"

"Wait!"

Nineteen reached out to block, looked at Lyra who had just gotten out of the car with an icy face and explained, "Miss I didn't betray you. Please listen to my explanation. If I really wanted to harm you, why did I come back and reach out to Twelve!"

Lyra glanced at him coldly, "Come in and talk."

Nineteen followed her with discipline and entered the villa living room.

When Lyra sat down on the couch, he stood quietly next to her and reported to her.

"Last night I chased him out because I seemed to see the man in black again at the bar, the one in the portrait I gave you. I saw that he was leaving. I forgot to report it in advance because I was in a hurry."

Lyra elegantly and haughtily poured tea, with little expression on her face and a light tone, "So you caught up?"

"No ..."

Nineteen was a little frustrated, "I chased all the way out Fantalure Bar. He ran too fast. I did not catch up. But Miss, these two days I always feel that the incident is related to Master Callahan. After all, he invited you to the bar. This should be his responsibility."

Lyra didn't say anything, nor did she retort, taking a sip of tea and thinking about it for a while before saying, "Got it."

She glanced at Nineteen and noticed the injury on his face, "Seventeen has always been impatient. Don't bother with him. The injury on you face doesn't affect you, right?"