Chapter 513
Everyone in the ward stiffened at the shift in the atmosphere. What was up with Dr. Weir?
Surprisingly, Dr. Weir looked at Charmine angrily. “What did you call me?”
Charmine halted, realizing what it meant, as she instantly corrected, “Uncle Weir, have a look at Robert.”
“That’s right!” Dr. Weir smiled instantly and walked over to the sickbed. 1
Enthusiastically, Lily pulled a chair for Dr. Weir and another for Charmine.
“Charmine, sit. Please have a seat.”
She was the Jordans’ savior and had such a genial relationship with Dr. Weir, thus it was only natural they had to please her. Charmine merely glanced at them; these people used to ridicule her for being the adopted daughter. They hated her for getting 15 percent of the family shares, yet all of a sudden, they tried to please her? Hah! Selfish beings!
She disregarded Lily and remained standing by the side.
Dr. Weir listened to Robert’s pulse, and the atmosphere in the ward was unusually tense.
Charmine and Senior Jordan were nervous.
The doctors in Royal Hospital could not pinpoint Robert’s ailment while the brain specialist Senior Jordan hired got nothing in mind. Could Dr. Weir cure him? Although they believed in Dr. Weir’s skills, they were still worried…
Dr. Weir listened to Robert’s pulse with a concentrated look, that joking smile of his no longer on his face. His brows furrowed from time to time as he sometimes moved his fingers, sometimes closing his eyes to listen more carefully.
The concentrated look on his face made everyone hold their breath. After a while, Dr. Weir let go of Robert’s wrist. Senior Jordan asked instantly, “How is he? Dr. Weir, can he be saved?” Charmine looked at Dr. Weir anxiously as well.
True, Charmine did not share a good relationship with Robert, but he was still her brother, sharing the same genes. It was only natural, then, she was worried for him.
Dr. Weir looked at Charmine and, suddenly, he smiled. “Charmine, why do you look so anxious? Do you not believe in your Uncle?” “No, of course I do. I just can’t help feeling nervous,” explained Charmine. Dr. Weir smiled. “What’s there to worry now that I’m here? I can assure you that your brother will wake up within a month!”
“Really?” Senior Jordan’s eyes widened.
Charmine was surprised. Robert was already in a vegetative state-would he be able to wake up within a month?
Dr. Weir stroked his long white beard. “Of course! Though he suffered from a chronic toxic illness, there is no illness that I can’t cure in the world.”
His words were full of pride and confidence. “Chronic toxic?” Charmine asked with interest. “What type of chronic toxic could attack him so suddenly, taking his life?” They were no longer in ancient times. Was there such a mysterious drug in the world?
“It’s a mixture of saponin poison and blood blocker; another name for blood blocker is arrowwood. The arrowwood grew in the rainforest a thousand and five hundred meters below sea-level. Its white liquid is toxic, and once it comes into contact with a wound, the person could die instantly.
“While the saponin poison is a more common poison in plants, it can be found in vegetables as well. It can then be broken down under high heat, and without being cooked under high heat, the saponin would induce chronic poisonous death once a person ingested it or breathed it in the air. 1
“However, the saponin poison is a chronic poison affecting one’s coagulation. When combined with arrowwood, it could cause instant death. Furthermore, these two types of poison will stay inside the body. Within a few days, when these two poisons have reached a certain stage of combination, they’ll explode. The effect would be double the effect of arrowwood itself!”
Dr. Weir explained the science behind the poison. He paused and added on, “Normally, the arrowwood would cause death within half an hour. The fact that he survived was indeed a blessing from God.”
