What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 514

The doctor glanced at Lewis' murderous stares, gulped, and anxiously spoke. "W-What I meant was Mrs. Alvarez isn't doing great. She's lost a lot of blood. Most of her body is showing signs of—"

Lewis' gaze sharpened as he let go of the doctor. He even smoothed out the doctor's collar. "Signs of what? She's still alive, isn't she?"

He had put his mind through hell to think of that somewhat tolerable phrase to describe Josephine's situation. Alas, the truth was way worse than that.

The doctor wiped off the sweat on his forehead. "Y-Yes, she is."

Conrad had also sighed in relief. He was terrified the doctor would describe Josephine's condition as severe. If that were the case, blood would have spilled on the floors tonight.

Josephine was transferred to a regular ward for a blood transfusion. Because she had lost too much blood, they were unlikely to save her life even after another half a night of blood transfusions.

Meanwhile, Yannis tracked down Josephine's attending doctor and asked the latter about her situation. "Doctor, how's Mrs. Alvarez doing?"

The doctor glanced at him from head to toe. "And you are?"

"I'm their family doctor, so I know her overall health. Please tell me what's going on."

"Why are you asking me if you're already aware?" was the doctor's reply.

Yannis' brows furrowed in slight embarrassment. "To be honest, I knew everything about her health before, but I'm having trouble reading her pulse these days."

The doctor's brows knitted in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I told you. I can't find her pulse. That's why I'm asking you what you've found out about her condition."

"Really? I didn't think that was possible." The doctor suddenly recalled something, then added, "But, to be honest, this patient isn't doing great right now. Even the medical tests we ran indicate her numbers are dropping drastically. Not to mention, she doesn't have a strong will to live. I just think—"

That was when the doctor recalled how Lewis had behaved earlier and decided not to finish his words.

Yannis grabbed the former's arm and said, "Don't worry. Nobody's here, and I won't tell Mr. Alvarez. Please answer me so I can prepare for the worst. How much longer does she have?"

He needed to plan his escape before things worsened. After all, he would unquestionably be the first to suffer if Josephine died.

The doctor furrowed his brows and then raised a finger.

"One year? That's great. I actually predicted that much previously," Yannis mumbled while secretly sighing in his heart. He felt there was a chance of extending Josephine's life by seven or eight years.

Her health could slowly improve if she managed her emotions, cooperatively accepted treatment, and maintained positive emotions for a year.

As for what would happen after her eight years were up, Yannis believed medical advances were constantly improving. There was no telling what would happen. However, if Josephine's desire to die didn't subside, her life could only go on for another year.

The doctor gave the former a side-eye before saying, "I meant one month."

Yannis was silent but later thundered, "One month? Are you kidding me?"

"You understand numerical data, right? Come with me, and you can see her complete health test results. When I say she has a month, I mean it as a conservative guess."

They murmured to each other as they made their way to the doctor's office.

Once Yannis finished reading the reports, he felt now was the best chance to flee.

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Josephine was still unconscious in the ward.

Lewis sat beside her and looked down at her. Yet, his mind was elsewhere. The hospital's bright lights made him look washed out and lifeless.

A complicated expression shrouded Conrad's face as he stood aside. At that moment, he couldn't see the lively and driven Lewis he used to see.

Lewis used to be untouchable. He climbed several treacherous steps to become the pinnacle of all humans. Sadly, he fell from that high point overnight.

Conrad felt this version of Lewis was no different from an ordinary man. Lewis had shown the emotional turmoil of a regular person. It seemed to Conrad that even people from elite social classes behaved the same as ordinary folks when sad.