Chapter 1265


    "The doctor in charge at that time had prescribed medications for shortness of breath, but there was


    little improvement. Your grandpa was alwaysining about difort. So, I consulted another


    doctor who felt that something was off about your grandpa''s condition. Can you quess what it was?"


    Bard asked, turning to the young girl sitting next to him.


    Arabe nodded slightly. "People with chest difort can''t just fall asleep instantly"


    “Exactly! The second doctor said the same. He also mentioned that your grandpa usually had high


    blood pressure. But when they checked, his blood pressure was sometimes extremely low, even


    immeasurable. They suspected a heart attack and rmended hospitalization."


    During the hospital stay, a CT scan revealed a strip shadow in the old man''s pericardium. However, the


    medical team was clueless about how to handle it. They had no choice but to seek treatment abroad.


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    "Your grandmother was seriously ill at the time, and your uncle couldn''t manage it all by himself. So, I


    took your grandpa to Dawnstar and admitted him to the hospital here. After detailed examinations, they


    found a lot of fluid in his pericardium. They conducted a series of tests, ruling out viral pericarditis and


    tumor pericarditis. But despite all the tests, they couldn''t diagnose the disease or identify the cause"


    Bard''s voice faltered, his heart aching for the old man''s sufferings. Every test meant either a blood


    draw or an injection, and the myriad of medications made Darren sick to his stomach. A few times,


    Darren grabbed Bard''s hand, pleading to let go.


    He was really tired, didn''t want to struggle anymore.


    "Your grandpa stayed in the hospital for a long time. They couldn''t find the cause of his illness. Last


    week, he was struggling to breathe, his heart rate was high, and he was sweating profusely. The


    medical team resuscitated him once. But just a few dayster, he''s ufortable again, with


    symptoms even worse than before."


    Arabe ventured, "Could they have missed something?"


    "Missed something?"


    "Some conditions can''t be diagnosed with routine tests"


    “Will you take a look at your grandpater?"


    “Sure."


    Upon reaching the hospital, Arabe followed Bard to the VIP floor on the sixteenth floor. The nurses


    here were exceptionally polite to him, and even the medical team was waiting.


    "Mr. Sampson"


    "Mr. Sampson, you''re here."


    "We''re waiting for your decision."


    "Let me introduce you to Arabe Collins. She''s a wonder in medicine. Tell her the details, and take her


    to see the patient."


    The doctors all looked at Arabe, their faces expressing their doubts.


    Was Mr. Sampson desperate to try anything, even bringing such a young girl to help?


    She looked barely into her teens.


    Did she understand medicine at all?


    And they, respected doctors, were expected to guide her, exining the patient''s condition to her.


    Was this a joke?


    "Are you not going?"


    Upon hearing Bard''s words, the doctors suppressed their displeasure and led Arabe to the patient,


    exining his condition over the past few days.


    Arabe entered the ward. It was the first time she was meeting her grandfather. He was lying in bed


    with his eyes closed, frail but it was not hard to imagine how dashing and charismatic he must have


    been in his youth.


    Arabe nced at the readings on the monitor next to the bed and gently ced her slender fingers


    on her grandpa’s wrist.


    The doctors exchanged confused looks.


    What was she doing?