“Doctor, what’s wrong with Angie? Say something!” Jacob questioned anxiously while grabbing the doctor’s arm.

At that moment, he could not care less about his image. It feels dreadful enough to be tickled, so I know what it feels like to suffer from itchiness. Besides, Angeline’s rashes became more severe throughout the journey from the press conference to the hospital. Who can predict how bad it can get?

“Sir, please calm down.” The doctor shoved Jacob’s hand away, adjusted his glasses, and checked the medical report. “After going through the blood test report, I realize the result is normal. Your condition isn’t some kind of infection. Did you eat something that you’re allergic to?”

Hearing that, Angeline furrowed her brows. “No, that’s impossible. I’ve only drank a bottle of water Mr. McKenna handed me today. There’s no way water would cause an allergic reaction.”

“I suggest you bring that bottle of water here for a test. Other than an allergic reaction, it might be a fungal infection, given your condition.”

Nancy’s expression turned grim when she heard that. “I’ll call the staff of the press conference right away.”

As she spoke, she gave Angeline a reassuring look before she left with her phone in hand.

The doctor let out a sigh. The next second, he filled out a slip and passed it to Angeline. “Get a microscopic examination first.”

Angeline frowned deeply as she could not help scratching her skin. “Can you please prescribe an antipruritic for me first? I feel awful,” she choked out.

Seeing that, the doctor hurriedly stopped Angeline from scratching and explained solemnly, “Ms. Sorelle, we haven’t identified the cause of your condition, so I can’t thoughtlessly prescribe medicine for you. Please bear with it for a while. I’ll give you treatment as soon as we find out the cause of your illness.”

Hearing the doctor’s remark, exasperation inundated Angeline. Left with no choice, she could only go for an examination while enduring extreme discomfort.

Half an hour later, Angeline went to the doctor again with the report. At that point, she was already suffering from an uncontrollable itch all over her body, and she could barely stand while propping her hands on the desk, let alone sit down.

soon as her bottom came in contact with the chair, overwhelming itchiness would flare up as though thousands of ants were crawling

probably from wild herbs or fungus. I’ve only encountered such a rare medical

her heart, and she got so anxious that she was on the

patient who got the same infection was

doctor’s words left Angeline

not find the words. What the h*ll is going on? I

devastated when faced with such a disaster, not

statement. Worried that Angeline might lose her mind, he hastily comforted her, “Angie, don’t be sad. That’s not necessarily the case. Let’s see a proper dermatologist. You’ll definitely be

face with her hands, bent down, and began

matter how tough she usually was, she was still assailed by an emotional breakdown as she didn’t expect to encounter

antipruritic shot.” Jacob, who was

Angeline. Then, he rolled

injection. Angeline felt as if she had been reborn

doctors’ attention, they came to a

they suggested keeping Angeline in a quarantine ward for the time being for

lightning, and it was too much for her

she was forced to enter the ward. The ward was filled with inanimate medical equipment without a single plant that provided a sense of life and vigor. Angeline found it hard to even breathe amidst the barren atmosphere despite only being

if that wasn’t worse enough, the doctor only allowed people to visit her twice daily, and

who begged the doctor for a long time and finally got to enter the ward to talk to the former. “Angeline, I have to keep it as brief as possible. Indeed, the test result shows that the bottle of

expression turned grim, and she got slightly agitated. “But Mr.

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