Timothy brought Genevieve to the ENT department to meet with a specialist who took a CT scan of her throat and performed a detailed examination. He also requested her to try opening her mouth.
Nonetheless, Genevieve still could not make a sound.
“That’s weird. Your vocal cords are not swollen or congested. So why can’t you speak?” The specialist was also puzzled because that was the first time he had encountered a case like that. “Let’s do this. I’ll prescribe two kinds of oral solutions for you. You can return here for your follow-up after consuming the medications.”
She nodded.
Timothy accompanied Genevieve to the dispensing counter to receive her medications after exiting the ENT clinic.
Then, he said, “Genev, you may need to come here and donate blood again.”
Genevieve was stunned. She took out her phone and typed a reply: Wasn’t there a rule stating that I only have to donate blood once every six months? They already withdrew three hundred milliliters of my blood the other day. Was that insufficient?
“Yes, but if your body is in good condition, you can still donate blood after an intervening time.” Timothy rubbed his nose and quickly concealed the look of resignation on his face. “This is because your blood type is very special, and that patient is in a critical condition. Otherwise, I wouldn’t request this from you.”
He tucked his hands into his white coat and gazed at the frown on her face. “This will be the last time. That patient’s family is quite loaded. If you want anything, I can help you negotiate with them.”
Genevieve lowered her head and fell silent for some time. Then, she asked: When do you need to withdraw my blood?
Timothy knew her current body condition well and initially assumed she would refuse. Unexpectedly, she agreed in the end. He choked while thinking. What’s up with my awful luck to become acquainted with Armand this lifetime!
He took a deep breath and led her toward the hospital’s exit. “Let’s do it on coming Wednesday. You can get plenty of rest in the next two days. By then, if your body condition is unwell, I will not force you to go through with the blood donation.”
She nodded.
If another doctor had spoken to her regarding that matter, Genevieve might have rejected immediately. Nevertheless, she agreed because she knew Timothy was on good terms with Armand, and Timothy had also treated Maria’s waist injury previously.
The man sent her all the way to the parking lot. After seeing her get into the car, he strode over, seemingly pitying her misfortunes.
He leaned slightly forward to look at her, seated inside the car. “Genevieve, your blood is very precious too. I will seek monetary compensation from them, and you must take the money. Also…”
Timothy might be best friends with Armand, but he was also a doctor. He could sense Genevieve’s pure and genuine feelings toward Armand.
It was exactly because he could sense her sentiment that prompted him to think that she was pitiable, so he could not stop himself from talking to her.
She raised a brow, hinting at him to continue after she saw him pausing in his sentence.
“You can always tell me if you have anything you want.” He knew she was intelligent, so she would certainly be able to figure out his thoughts if he did not choose his words carefully. As a result, Timothy had to express his intention in an indirect manner.
Genevieve was momentarily dazed before nodding smilingly.
After he removed his hands from the car window, she started the engine and drove away
It was coincidentally lunchtime when Genevieve returned to Regality Gardens. Maria had prepared a pot of mushroom soup which was creamy yet did not taste overwhelming today.
Genevieve could not help but send Armand a text: Don’t have your meal outside. I’ll have someone send over lunch to you.
She ordered a delivery service and packed a serving of lunch inside a food container.
Armand swiftly replied: Did you make the lunch?
Genevieve sent him a disdainful emoji and added: I’d be reluctant to cook even if you’re willing to eat. Preparing a meal can be such a mess. I merely wanted you to try Maria’s mushroom soup because the taste is good.
Soon, the deliveryman arrived. Genevieve handed him the food container and told him the recipient’s address.
After lunch, she sat cross-legged in the living room and took out her violin. She had changed two strings on the instrument last night, so she decided to work on the rest of the strings this afternoon and tune the violin.
