Chapter 338 The reason of Malcolm''s blindness


    Lyra didn''t care too much and quicklyid down on the bed.


    Within minutes, she fell into a deep sleep.


    The next day, afternoon time in Crana.


    After several days of targeted medication, Micah opened the curtains in the master bedroom and


    turned back to ask Malcolm, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.


    "How are you feeling? Can you see some objects?"


    Malcolm''s dark eyes rolled, groping aimlessly in the darkness. Then he shook his head.


    Keith, who was standing aside, was unwilling to give up, "You can feel it again. You really can not even


    feel a little light?"


    Malcolm shook his head again, lowered his eyes, and stopped struggling.


    "Micah, what should we do? How about have a surgery?"


    Micah''s expression was serious, "His condition is different from the normal blindness."


    He pondered for a moment before continuing, "Take another trip to theb and do a full body test on


    him. I need to see how the virus has spread so I can decide on his treatmentter."


    "Go to theb?" Keith became serious as well.


    He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the gate outside the garden, "Collin just


    left Suham yesterday on an errand. He won''t be back for a couple of days. Now there are many people


    being ambushed everywhere out there. Is this too risky for us?"


    Micah was silent.


    The room was in a long time silence.


    In the end, it was Malcolm who made the decision, "Go tob. Even if I continue to hide in the house,


    they will find an opportunity to find out the fact. Instead of being passive, it is better to cure my eye


    early and turn into the initiative."


    He didn''t know what was going ontely. He always felt panicky and felt like something bad was going


    to happen on Lyra.


    It''d been almost a week since he had not seen Rara. He missed her so much that he was going crazy!


    He wanted to hurry to heal his eyes, regain his vision, and go to European Swye to find Rara!


    Since Malcolm had made the decision, Keith can only agree, "Then it''s better to wait until night. So it''s


    not easy to attract attention. And it''s too conspicuous during the day."


    It was mainly because it was a five or six minute walk from Lyre Spiti to the garage at the front door


    and they had walked through winding alleyways. And Ryan''s men kept an eye on them vigntly.


    Malcolm could not see and walk such a long distance. He always had a difference from a normal


    person.


    In winter, it always got dark fast.


    By 7 p.m., the sky was dark.


    The snowkes were falling down slowly. It didn''t take long to turn the roof top of the White Manor into


    a long stretch of white.


    In the bedroom, Keith tossed Malcolm his sable coat and told him to be d in armour.


    To reduce the sense of purpose, Micah and Keith led Malcolm out from the back door of the vi alone.


    However, before they could walk into the garage, the news had already been sent back to Ryan.


    Ryan rose to his feet, "Are you sure they''re right and it''s really Malcolm?"


    A bodyguard replied him respectfully: "Three people just went out of the back door of Mr. Malcolm''s


    vi. Two of the men are identified as Mach Lloyd and Keith Lloyd of the Lloyd family. The other one is


    supported by Keith Lloyd. That man is wearing a mask and sunsses. They were walking fast. From


    his figure, he looks like Mr. Malcolm."


    "Anyway, it must be Malcolm. He can be taken out by Micah and Keith!"


    Ryan was overjoyed, "Contact Shane. Tell him Malcolm is out the door. His people should keep an eye


    on themter."


    ...


    More than ten minutester, Micah, who was driving against the wind and snow, arrived at theb as


    fast as he could.


    Jimmy was still on duty and performed a blood test on Malcolm.


    After theb results came out, Micah read theb report in his hand with no expression.


    Keith was startled by his serious expression, "Micah, say something. What are the results of Malcolm''s


    test?"


    Malcolm sat quietly on the bed, also waiting for Micah to speak.


    Micah stared intently at the report, and only after a long time did he say in a cold tone, "The medication


    I prescribed during this time is suitable. The spreading speed of the virus has slowed down a lot, but I


    need to take another photo of his brain."


    "It''s a good news. But, Micah, why are there no expressions on your face?"


    Micah didn''t answer, turned his head and went out to Jimmy to get a photo of Malcolm''s brain.


    Keith looked at his indifferent back and shook his head helplessly, "I really don''t know which woman will


    make you put down you cold gesture in the future."


    Micah, who had just walked out of the room, heard him word for word and gave a slight pause in his


    steps.


    The persistent woman had made numerous confessions to him over the past six months, and he hadn''t


    seen her for almost a week because of Malcolm''s matter.


    She should have given up and gone back to Frayton.


    Micah lowered his head. His eyes were clear and cold. Then he quickly withdrew his thoughts and


    walked out in stride.


    Another half hourter.


    Micah returned with Malcolm''s brain CT.


    "His blindness is caused by the failure of the blue potion. It elerates the spread of the virus and


    causes a tumor to grow in his head. And itpress the central nerves."


    "A brain tumor?"


    Keith was stunned. He didn''t know much about the medical things, but he did know that nothing good


    coulde from a tumor.


    He subconsciously nced at Malcolm who was in the bed.


    Malcolm kept his head down, with his eyshes fluttering. And he was not too expressive.


    Micah continued, "It''s benign. Just a small tumor that can be surgically removed. His eyes will basically


    healed after surgery and with medication."


    After listening carefully to his words, Keith was relieved: "Micah, can you finish your words at once next


    time? It scares the hell out of me."


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    Getting this best result, Malcolm finally smiled, "It seems that doctors like to scare their patients."


    Micah ignored the two men''s jokes and stood in front of the bedside table to sort through Malcolm''s


    reports, and speak quietly to arrange something.


    "The surgery is rmended as soon as possible. Tomorrow afternoon, you need to send him to the


    Hopevale General Hospital downtown. I will go there in advance to prepare. The surgery will be carried


    out secretly."


    Keith nodded, "Great."


    By the time they got out of theb, it was close to 10:00 pm.


    Outside, the snow was getting heavier and heavier. Micah held up an umbre, blocking the wind and


    snow. And Keith helped Malcolm walk.


    The trio made their way toward the open parking lot outside theb.


    With a whoosh, a snowball suddenly flew over from the back side and straight towards the back of


    Malcolm''s head.


    Micah was keenly aware of it and used the ck umbre in his hand to block it in time.


    "Who? Hurting people behind their back? Do you want to die?" The first one to speak was Keith. His


    eyes narrowed and his low voice was with killing intent.


    A young couple stepped out of a ck van in the back.


    The girl jogged over and bowed to apologize, "Sorry, we were just having a snowball fight. I


    identally hurt you guys. Is this gentleman okay?"


    She said as she walked tentatively toward Malcolm.


    Micah quickly blocked her view, "He''s fine."


    Keith didn''t believe it at all and sneered, "This is the entrance to theb. ying games here in the


    middle of the night? Whom are you fooling with?"