Chapter 8

Alan's illness made him crave blood and become aggressive. Leaving Suzanne alone with him seemed reckless.

Richard stepped forward with a worried look. "Dr. Smith, you don't understand. My son's condition is... complicated."

Shane chimed in, clearly disapproving, "Exactly. If he lashes out, you won't be able to defend yourself."

No matter how skilled she was as a doctor, to them, she was still a fragile woman.

But Suzanne's gaze stayed fixed on Alan. She shook her head and said calmly, "It's fine."

Shane wanted to argue more, but Suzanne raised a hand to stop him. "Trust me."

Shane froze, his eyes narrowing. He knew her temperament better than anyone. Once she decided something, there was no changing her mind.

Still, he couldn't shake his worry. "Fine, but be careful. I'll be right outside. If anything happens, call me immediately."

To Shane, nothing mattered more than her safety.

Suzanne saw the concern in his eyes and gave him a small nod, silently reassuring him.

Richard felt uneasy and looked at Alan, speaking in a firm but pleading tone, "You have to control yourself. Don't you dare hurt her!"

Their worry was palpable as both men reluctantly stepped out. They glanced back several times before the door closed behind them.

The moment the door clicked shut, Suzanne's gaze fell on Alan, who immediately growled, "You can leave too!"

His fists were clenched tightly, veins bulging on his forehead as he visibly struggled to maintain control. With fewer people around, the sweet scent of blood seemed stronger, teasing his senses and tempting him.

He had an almost primal urge to sink his

gracefully, her demeanor calm and unbothered. Her eyes rested on Alan, her tone measured and steady. "I'm the only one who can treat your illness. Are you sure you want

unwavering, "You crave blood. Your body can't resist the hunger. It's driving you mad—making you irritable, reckless, and even

in surprise. Every word she had

on IV drips to keep his body functioning and was barely holding on. But then his expression hardened, his lips curling into a mocking smile. "You could've gotten

resting her chin in her hand. She raised a brow and said

could a woman be anyway? She couldn't possibly

Suzanne's next words

down there,

landed on Alan, and he knew better than anyone else what she meant. His face turned

told no one. Not even the best doctors he had seen had discovered it. Only he

smiled and said softly, "These symptoms aren't the last of it. You'll start to feel

a chill spreading through him as he

posture, but

nothing more than a broken man staring death in the

his condition to describe so

it didn't calm the agitation rising in his chest. After a long pause, he fixed his gaze on Suzanne and asked in a low voice,

head, answering honestly, "I'm not

laughed dryly. "So, you're just here to

symptoms so accurately, only to admit she wasn't certain? Was this some kind of joke? Or was

symptoms. At the very least, I can help you get complete relief. Whether I can cure you entirely will depend

for a few days. The symptoms will disappear, but I won't lie to you

on her, his lips parting slightly as if to speak, but the words wouldn't

him to respond. "We'll use acupuncture. If you

was the harm in trying? At this point, he was already a dying man. If there

long silence, he finally

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