The Runaway Groom By Hauling Treasures Chapter 392


    Chapter 392


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    “Come closer, and I’ll tell you.”


    Irene hesitated for a moment, but walked up to Isaac anyway, only for him to reach out and pull her


    toward himself, firmly holding her in his arms.


    Irene’s hands pushed against his chest to keep them apart. Blushing, she whispered, “W-What are you


    doing?”


    “Just telling you why I wasughing.”


    He then leaned down to breathe flirtily into her ear, “My wit passed into you when we did it, don’t you


    think?”


    Irene flushed.


    How shameless could he be?!


    ”


    She shot him a re in embarrassment. “You’re so… vulgar!”


    Isaac chuckled. “Vulgar? Who cares, when I’m with you? We certainly wouldn’t have had Tommy if we


    cared.”


    Irene was left speechless-where did his usual noble loftiness go? He was just amon scoundrel


    now! Worried that he would keep going, she said, “Anyway, we should get an expert soon.”


    “Yeah. I’ll go make a call.”


    Isaac just wanted a moment of respite with her to ease his mind anyway, since flirting with Irene


    rxed him.


    However, there was no running away from reality.


    Irene took the moment to check on Tommy, who, despite his lethargy, kept calling out, “Mah-mah, mah-


    mah…”


    She picked him up and gave him a peck on the cheek, while the baby leaned against her limply, too


    tired. after his fever to il around like he usually did.


    “Stick to milk for now,” Irene told Mrs. Watson just then-a fever would hamper appetite, so they should


    stick to milk and water for the time being.


    “Yes, the doctor said as much,” Mrs. Watson replied.


    Isaac then arrived after finishing his phone call. “We can go now.”


    As such, Irene had to leave Tommy with Mrs. Watson, but she said, “Don’t worry-just do what you have


    to. I’ll take good care of Tommy.”


    Irene nodded, then left with Isaac.


    They headed to Central Hospital to meet the expert Zachary introduced, and the man himself was


    already waiting at the entrance when they arrived.


    However, seeing Zachary reminded Irene that he was going to get married soon, and she felt just a


    little ufortable.


    She was not going to meddle, but as a friend and fellow woman, she was still on Lulu’s side. From their


    perspective, Zachary marrying so soon after breaking up with Lulu seemed heartless.


    On the other hand, Zachary appeared quite calm and asked, “Have you received the invitation?”


    “Yeah,” Irene replied tly.


    Zachary stayed silent for a while, before saying, “See you there.”


    “Yeah,” Irene said, putting an arm around Isaac’s just then.


    Knowing that Irene and Lulu were quite close, Zachary could understand why Irene was a little


    unfriendly and did not me her for it. “Let’s go-my colleague is waiting.”


    As they entered the hospital, Irene actually felt a little emotional that they were here again.


    She had dreamed of working here, and despite the chance she was given before, she had to leave


    because of various matters-she could only hope that she still had a chance.


    Soon, Zachary led them to the office of the Head of Neurology.


    Before this, Irene had asked the doctor who performed the CT scan on La at Evenal Hospital to


    send the imaging of La’s skull over, since the doctor would not have done so otherwise.


    Once they received the imaging. Dr. Trent-the Head of Neurology-began to study the dark spot in


    La’s brian.


    “Could you tell what it is? It hampered the patient’s memory,” Irene said.


    “It’s almost certainly going to hamper her memory since it’s positioned at the hippocampus,” Dr. Trent


    replied. “My observation is that it’s an inhibitor chip, but anything of the like is said to still be in


    development, be it domestic or foreign, Not many patients would have it imnted too… May I meet


    this patient?”


    Such a case was rare, and Dr. Trent was certainly eager to take La’s case for his research and


    studies.


    “Would a surgery at this stage be risky?” Irene asked instead-she was not well-versed in neurology,


    and therefore needed to learn the risks involved in a surgery.


    “Well, judging from the imaging, it is dropping further down her temporal lobe. That would cause


    headaches and probably kill her soon if she doesn’t undergo any surgery anyway.”


    That was a specialist for you-getting to the point straightaway.


    “What are the chances of sess for a surgery?” Irene asked, since Stephen Carr was not a


    specialist.. There was every chance he could have mispositioned the inhibitor chip, and he had already


    performed at follow-up surgery on La.


    A specialist would have ced the chip squarely in the right spot with no chance of it being dislocated


    later. However, Mick Gooding was so worried that others would find out that he picked Stephen


    because thetter was a friend, even though he was making a cardiologist perform neurosurgery.


    “That would have to wait until I see the patient,” Dr. Trent replied, clearly not taking any chances by


    saying. anything definitive.


    “Thank you,” Irene said, and left the hospital.


    It was only after they left Dr. Trent’s office when Zacahary finally asked, “Who’s the patient? Is she


    someone special?”