Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 903 Revealing the Secrets

Mr. Gordon waved at me and didn't say much, indicating that I should sit beside him.

"May I check your pulse?" Mr. Gordon asked.

Perplexed, I looked at the old man. He nodded persistently and pointed to the chair, insisting on examining my pulse.

Jason quickly said to me, "Mr. Gordon is a divine doctor. You better let him check you out. He rarely comes out of seclusion. We need to wait until someone declares giving up treatment before we can ask for his examination. Girl, you're blessed. Even Mr. Gordon favors you."

Upon Jason's introduction, I learned that Gordon was a doctor. If he was called a divine doctor, his medical skills must be exceptional.

I didn't want to be rude, so I sat in front of him, placing my hands on the table in front of him.

Without a word, he extended his hand, lightly placing his fingers on my pulse and silently observing my face.

The others quickly sat down while keeping their voices down, afraid of disturbing Gordon.

Feeling nervous, I wondered why Gordon insisted on examining my pulse.

while, he gestured for

another two minutes, he asked, "How long have

surprised at his ability to discern this. It seemed he was indeed extraordinary. Moreover, his tone was confident in stating that

it started a

things, but do memories occasionally resurface?" His question surprised

whenever I try hard to recall something, I get a splitting headache. Those scenes in my mind are blurry, and I always try hard to see them clearly, but... it's impossible." This caused me great pain every time, but I had never spoken about them, not even to Atlas. I

time, when I had a

the

treat this. condition, and only stimulating the brain nerves continuously to keep them

recovered, the headaches would ease

with just one pulse check, could accurately pinpoint

you missing?" Gordon asked me, his eyes full

start from the time of my high school entrance exam, and everything before that is a blank

knew how precious those lost memories were to me. They contained

gaze profound as he looked

asked, "Mr. Gordon, what do you mean? Why do you say my memories have been sealed? How were they sealed?" My tone was urgent, and my