The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven) novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387 Only Three Minutes?

“How do you know that?” The middle–aged doctor Raven had pointed to reacted instinctively, surprise flashing across his

face.

Raven smiled faintly. “You’ve probably had a physical, but nothing came back conclusive. So you assumed it was just mental stress. Lately, you’ve been working out more to try and relax–but it hasn’t helped much, has it?”

The man’s eyes widened. Raven hadn’t just pinpointed his symptoms–she even knew what he had tried to do about them. He suddenly regarded her with far more seriousness.

Carefully, almost cautiously, he asked, “You’re right. So… is there really something wrong with me?”

Raven nodded. “You’ve developed a rare form of psychological disorder. It’s not severe yet, but if left untreated, it could eventually lead to chronic mental fatigue.”

The doctor froze. “A rare psychological disorder?”

Raven nodded again. Then, without pause, she reached into her Life Ring and retrieved a small white porcelain bottle. “One pill a day. Take it for a week, and you’ll be cured.”

Without hesitation, the man reached out with both hands and received it like a sacred relic. “Thank you! Thank you so

much!”

He had had enough of sleepless nights and waking from nightmares in a cold sweat. If there was even a sliver of hope, he was willing to try it.

Ellie, watching his reaction, couldn’t help the darkening of her expression.

But to her, Raven had probably just gotten lucky–like a blind cat running into a dead mouse.

Before she could gather her thoughts, however, Raven calmly raised her hand again, pointing at a tall, lanky doctor nearby.

“You’ve been feeling a scratchy throat around noon each day,” she said. “You assumed it was a mild cold and took some cold medicine–but it hasn’t improved, has it?”

The doctor blinked in shock.

“How could you know that?”

“You weren’t sick from a cold. You were bitten by a rare mosquito species called Emerald Veil. The toxin’s not deep in your system yet, but if you don’t take antidotes soon, it’ll start affecting your internal organs.”

The man nodded quickly, startled. “Okay, okay! I’ll go get detox meds as soon as I get back.”

But just as he finished speaking, a man in his mid–thirties nearby chuckled and shook his head.

“Young girl, I don’t know how skilled you are in medicine,” he said, “but your observation skills are impressive.

“You saw Dr. Scott’s dark circles and guessed he’s having sleep issues. And Dr. Chandler–didn’t he cough on the way here in the car?”

As he spoke, realization began to dawn across the faces of the other doctors.