After all, his mommy was a doctor, and Harry had imbibed some medical matters from a young age. Looking at ric''s expression, it was clear that he was not feeling well. "It''s fine," ric rubbed his head and said, "Go eat your meal and then do your homework."


    ording to Cormac, ric had suffered a serious injury before, which left him physically weak. Harry hadn''t really noticed it before, but today, it was too obvious. "Daddy, are you really okay? When you''re sick, you should go see a doctor or the condition will worsen," Harry said.


    "I know. Daddy is fine. Go eat," ric replied.


    "Okay." Harry cast another worried nce at ric and obediently went to wash his hands and eat. ric went into the bathroom and sshed water on his face. Looking at himself in the mirror, he was especially weak. Even when he had just woken up from a three-yeara, he felt better than this.


    What was happening to him?


    He returned to the bedroom, hoping to force himself to sleep, but no matter what, he couldn''t fall asleep. He started sweating profusely, and his heart palpitations became increasingly severe. Was he about to have an episode?


    ric reached for his phone and called Cormac without waiting. He said, "Come to my vi right away."


    Hearing that something was off from ric''s tone, Cormac immediately grabbed his car keys and ran out.


    Harry, who had finished eating, was also worried and hurried into his bedroom to check on him. He was genuinely shocked when he saw ric. His face had turned pale, and he was sweating heavily, looking very ufortable. "Daddy, what''s happening?" Harry was truly anxious and concerned. "You look really scary like this. We need to get you to the hospital immediately."


    As Harry was about to call 911 himself, ric hurriedly stopped him and said, "It''s okay, I''ve already called your uncle. He''ll be here soon."


    "Isn''t Uncle a psychiatrist? Can he treat your illness?" Harry suddenly remembered something as he asked, "Mommy is a doctor. I''ll call her right away."


    ric immediately took Harry''s phone away and said, "Don''t call her!"


    He was currently having a disagreement with Gtea and didn''t want her toe over.


    ''Why?'' Harry asked. ''Mom is a doctor. She can take care of you.''


    "I said No," ric insisted.


    "What happened?" Cormac hurried over. Seeing Cormac, Harry quickly said, "Uncle Cormac. Look at my daddy. He doesn''t look well."


    "Okay," Cormac said, Caspian, I''ll take a look at your daddy. You can go. Don''t worry. Your daddy has an old ailment. He''ll be fine soon."


    "Good boy. Go to do your homework," ric said.


    "Okay," Harry said, although He was concerned he couldn''t do anything here and would just be in the way. So he obediently went outside and closed the door behind him.


    Cormac was startled when he saw ric. He immediately opened his medical kit to examine him. He heard ric''s heartbeat fluctuating, his face getting paler, and his breathing bing more difficult. He was having an episode. "I have to give you a strong dose injection in this situation. The reaction to this injection will be intense, so bear with it," Cormac said.


    Cormac took out a thick syringe and injected it into ric. ric didn''t know if it was because he was feeling worse or if the medicine was working quickly. Suddenly, ric felt as if thousands of insects were crawling on him. Then, something forcefully gripped his heart, making it impossible to breathe. Because of this extreme pain, his consciousness drifted further and further away. Was he going to die?


    This suffocating feeling was so ufortable. ric couldn''t think of anything to say, and his whole body felt like a heavy object sinking rapidly into the sea. It got worse and number...


    He had even survived when a bullet nearly pierced his heart. Was he going to die now? In his fading consciousness, he seemed to see Gtea, and then...


    ric didn''t know how long he had lost consciousness. When he woke up, it gave him a sense of being in a different world.


    His mind was still empty; he couldn''t think of anything at all.


    "Damn it, you scared me to death!" Cormac finally released when ric woke up, and he cursed, "Do you know your heart stopped? You almost died!" ric stared at the room and asked, "Where is this?"


    "Hospital."


    "Hospital?" ric panicked upon hearing those words, and Cormac quickly reassured him, saying, "Don''t worry. It''s a secure ward. Only a few doctors and nurses know about it." ric had no idea about the progress that he had been brought to the hospital.


    "How long was I unconscious for?"


    "Two days and nights," Cormac answered.


    "Where is Caspian? He must have been scared when he saw me being taken to the hospital." ric said.


    "Don''t worry. I calmed Caspian down and told him that you woke up early," Cormac replied. Then he continued to ask, "How do you feel now?"


    "I won''t die."


    "I can tell you have a knack for survival. With what you''ve been through, most people would have died multiple times, but you keeping back to life. It''s truly a miracle." "Give me my phone." ric didn''t pay attention to what Cormac said.


    Cormac handed him his phone and said, "I already called Ss and told him that you''re on a business trip."


    ric also didn''t care to listen. He just checked the call log, and there were basically no missed calls, as Cormac had answered all work-rted calls on his behalf. Besides work calls, there was nothing else.


    "Did you want to see if Gtea had called you?" Cormac asked bluntly, "No, she didn''t."


    "Who wanted to look at her calls?" ric eximed, throwing the phone aside. Cormac chuckled.


    "Seriously, this time, your illness was exceptionally dangerous, worse than any previous ones. I''m wondering if each time you have an episode, it will be worse than the previous one. If that''s the case, how many times do you think you can survive? Isn''t Gtea an expert in this field? If she can treat you, then call her. Yesterday, you knew you would have an episode and called me instead of her. I''m a psychological therapist, not a specialist like Gtea. You should..." "Don''t mention Gtea anymore." ric interrupted Cormac sharply. "There are plenty of good doctors in the world. Why does it have to be Gtea? Haven''t I been living well all these years without her?"


    Based on ric''s tone, Cormac found it both funny and sad. Then Cormac asked, "Are you still in a silent treatment? Didn''t I tell you to apologize to her? Why is your rtionship getting more strained?"