"But what?" Mason Nightshade spoke, his voice as cold as the biting wind that chills to the bone.
The doctor shuddered involuntarily, saying, "The specific toxin in Miss Aurelia's body... w-we don't have the medical skills necessary, we haven't identified it yet. Perhaps we should wait until Miss Aurelia wakes up and go to the hospital for a thorough examination..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the doctor clammed up because he saw Mason Nightshade's face turn frigid; Young Master Nightshade's anger was terrifying.
Mason Nightshade took a deep breath, knowing that blaming the doctor was futile, not even Junia Simpson could diagnose the illness, let alone these doctors.
Looks like it's time for Junia Simpson to come over.
Mason Nightshade sent Junia Simpson a message, his large hand tightly holding Aurelia Shaw's hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, his fingers taut, afraid his grip would hurt her, yet also scared she might leave his side like this.
