Chapter 1761: Far in the Distance, Close at Hand
Chapter 1761: Far in the Distance, Close at Hand
After leaving, Joyce sat in the passenger seat.
Darrin drove, heading towards the Warner residence.
Along the way, Joyce looked out the window in silence. The dark night held no scenery, with even the
neon lights appearing dim and the streetlights scattered in the distance.
Lost in thought, Joyce suddenly felt a warmth on her cheeks.
She reached up and realized that tears were streaming down her face. Even though Darrin was driving
beside her, she no longer wanted to suppress her emotions. She silently looked out the window,
continuing to space out as tears continued to fall.
Darrin nced at Joyce''s unusual state from the corner of his eye. His breath hitched. He knew why
she was upset-besides Luther''s unresolved poisoning, she must be more concerned about her
daughter, whom she had never met. In their conversation earlier, he learned that there might be a
detonator imnted in Alisha''s body. Even he felt furious about such a heinous act towards a young
child with fragile health. Not to mention how much it must be hurting Joyce.
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Even though Darrin was driving beside her, she no longer wanted to suppress her emotions. She
silently looked out the window, continuing to space out as tears continued to fall.
Darrin slowed down the car and eventually parked by the roadside.
After a while, Joyce finally eased her emotions. She moved and sat up straight.
Darrin thoughtfully handed her a tissue.
Joyce took it without saying anything and gently wiped the corners of her eyes. After venting, she
started to feel better.
Darrin spoke softly, "Madam, even though we''re facing difficulties, nothing is more important than
knowing that Alisha is still alive. That''s the best news. As long as she''s alive, there''s hope. We will
definitely rescue her."
Joyce nodded softly.
She nced at the time on her wrist and suddenly said, "Let''s not go home. Let''s go directly to
Reuben."
Darrin was taken aback. "It''s almost midnight. I thought of taking you home to rest and contacting him
early tomorrow."
"I don''t want to wait another minute. The sooner we find the anesthesia, the more hope we have,"
Joyce took out her phone. "I''ll message him now. He''s a night owl; he should still be awake."
She typed into her phone, "I''ming to find you. I''ll be there in forty minutes."
Sure enough, Reuben quickly replied, "No problem."
Joyce told Darrin, "He said it''s fine. Let''s go now."
"Alright," Darrin quickly started the car, turned it around, and headed towards the Bryant family''s vi.
Forty minutester, Darrin and Joyce arrived at the Bryant family''s vi on time.
Reuben wore a white jacket and personally stood at the entrance, waiting for Joyce. When he saw
Joyce get out of the car, he walked up to her. "You''vee to find me sote; it must be something
important. Come, let''s go inside and talk."
"Okay," Joyce nodded.
She followed Reuben into the vi''s living room, while Darrin parked the car and followed behind.
Reuben cautiously observed Joyce, keenly noticing the slight puffiness around her eyes and the traces
of tears on her cheeks. He was taken aback-she had actually been crying? He had never seen her cry
before, and it was hard to imagine such a strong woman shedding tears.
Just seeing the remnants of tears tugged at his heart.
"Have a seat first. I''ll pour you a cup of hot tea." Reuben turned to prepare the tea. "It''s cold outside, so
have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up. It''s matcha that I brought from Rohomes; it''s fragrant and
refreshing."
Joyce stopped him by raising her hand. "No need. I''m not thirsty. I have something to say."
Reuben turned back towards her. He took off his white jacket and draped it over Joyce''s shoulders.
"Alright, go ahead."
Then, he sat down not far from Joyce, his actions appearing natural.
When Darrin entered, he saw this scene. He furrowed his brow slightly. Reuben seemed to be
overstepping his bounds. Perhaps Reuben himself hadn''t realized it, but his care had be such a
natural habit that the nature of that care was slowly changing.
"I need a new type of anesthesia that can precisely induce unconsciousness within one minute. This
anesthesia is said to be proprietary to the Rohomes royal family, and others cannot obtain it. I not only
need the anesthesia itself, but also an anesthesiologist who can use it and someone trustworthy,"
Joyce got straight to the point, directly stating her intentions.
After listening, Reuben smiled slightly. "I thought you had something incredibly difficult to askme,
rushing to find me sote at night. It made me uncertain, afraid that I might not be capable enough to
help you. But it turns out it''s a small matter."
Joyce''s voice couldn''t help but be excited. "Really? You can get it? Not just the anesthesia, but
also someone who knows how to use it and can be trusted?"
Reuben nodded. "Yes, I can obtain this anesthesia. I''ll contact Rohomes and have one of my
subordinates deliver it. It''s not a difficult task."
Joyce suddenly felt a sense of relief.
Even Darrin showed a hint of relief.
"But do your subordinates know how to use the anesthesia? The dosage? The technique? We need a
skilled anesthesiologist since the patient is a four-year-old girl, and there can be no mistakes." Joyce
still had concerns. "Anesthesia may seem simple, but it''s not easy. A small error could have dire
consequences. I don''t know where to find someone like that; I have no leads."
Reuben listened attentively, his heart full of sympathy for her past painful experiences.
He said clearly, word by word, "Far in the distance, close at hand."
"Huh?" Joyce blinked her long eyshes, looking at Reuben with confusion, not understanding what he
meant.
Reuben pretended to furrow his brow, running his hand through his silver hair, his captivating eyes
even more alluring.
"Oh, I didn''t mention it before? I''m actually a medical doctor. I have a bachelor''s, master''s, and doctoral
degree. I''ve studied for so many years, it almost killed me."
Joyce, "..."
Darrin, "..."
"Why, did I really not mention it before?" Reuben asked exaggeratedly, his expression suggesting
surprise.
Joyce shook her head. She never expected that Reuben had studied medicine. Hisment about
being far in the distance and close at hand-could he be referring to himself? Could he use anesthesia?