At noon, the phone on the table next to Mirabe''s hospital bed rang once more.


    As had juste back from the bathroom. He heard the ringtone, hesitated for a moment, but eventually picked up the phone. The caller ID said ''Min,'' which made him pause briefly, unsure whether to answer or not. He nced over at Mirabe in the bed, then decided to answer the call.


    If James wanted to find someone, it wouldn''t be much of a challenge for him.


    After answering, As promptly gave him the hospital''s address.


    About twenty minutester, James showed up at the hospital room door.


    Seeing him, As instinctively softened his usual tough demeanor and gave a slight nod, "James."


    James nodded back politely and walked over to Mirabe''s bedside. Her face was as pale as the sheets, which made him frown deeply. "Has she been out the whole time? What''s causing it?"


    As, with his head slightly lowered, didn''t borate much. "Dr. Ray said it''s due to severe mental exhaustion. She should wake up after a couple of days of rest."


    Should?


    James''s eyes narrowed a bit, then he pulled a chair over and sat down. He watched Mirabe for a while before gently holding her hand, which was still connected to an IV drip. Her hand was cool, noticeably below the normal human temperature even after holding it for a bit.


    James paused, then stood up to check her forehead, before turning back to As, "Is the low temperature normal too?"


    As was silent for a moment. That morning, when he heard from the nurse about Miss Mira''s unusually low body temperature, he had asked Dr. Ray, "Dr. Ray said it''s normal."


    Seeing this, James didn''t probe further. He withdrew his hand and sat back down, but his frown remained.


    Another day went by.


    Mirabe still hadn''t woken up, with no changes from the previous day — herplexion was still pale, and her body temperature was very low.


    On the third day, when they asked Dr. Ray again, he still didn''t have any answers. Even with daily nutritional fluids, the low temperature was too strange,pletely abnormal.  swnovel


    Nick, in the next room, although also not awake yet, had normal vital signs.


    Seeing this, James decided not to just sit around. He instructed Wyatt to bring David from the pharmaceutical association over.


    In the hospital room, David had just finished checking Mirabe''s pulse. He looked up at James with a frown, "Her pulse is a bit erratic, which is somewhat normal, but this low temperature is baffling."  swnovel


    Normal body temperature ranges from 36 to 37.8 degrees Celsius, and even people with a naturally low body temperature don''t drop below 34.5 degrees. But this is under 30 degrees... David had never seen or heard of such a case.  swnovel


    "Have you evere across anything like this?" James asked, his eyes darkening.


    David gave a tired smile and shook his head. He was already exhausted from dealing with issues at the association, and now he felt even more helpless.


    James''s gaze shifted back to the hospital bed, and he suddenly asked, "Would using the Stevenson family''s medicine help her?"


    David remembered James had once brought him a bottle of medicine to verify. It was crafted using ancient methods and was far more effective than ordinary remedies.


    "Wasn''t that medicine stolen from the auction?" David asked.


    He had even sent his assistant to bid on it, but then something unexpected


    happened, and the medicine was stolen. It wasn''t a secret in their circles.


    But now that James mentioned it... David caught on quickly, "Is the medicine still with you?"


    Goodnight-See you tomorrow-