Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 225 What’s Taking You So Long?

After George stepped in. Isabelle quickly locked the door.

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Her action made George’s mood inevitably depressed. Isabelle and Yves appeared to have developed some understanding of one another.

“Take a seat on the couch, Isabelle suggested.

Yves had not only brought Isabelle wine but also a medical box. Despite being basic, the instruments were the most advanced. Isabelle opened the box with a practised hand.

“Open your mouth.” She took out a small flashlight and approached him.

“Aren’t you going to wear a mask? What if you are getting infected?” George asked.

“It’s not that contagious.”

George then raised his head slightly and opened his mouth for her to check.

Isabelle put away the flashlight. “Have you taken medicine?”

She drank a bit too much wine, and her breath carried a scent of wine when she talked. Her slightly reddened lips from the drink gave her a more vibrant look.

George shook his head.

“Not even any fever medicines?”

“None.”

Isabelle gave him a sceptical glance but said nothing.

She took out her stethoscope, sliding her hand beneath his suit jacket and over his shirt to place the diaphragm against his chest, starting from the apex of his left lung, moving from the front to the side, and then to the right lung.

When George watched Isabelle who was wearing a stethoscope, bent over to examine with a serious expression, his hands on his knees slowly curled into fists,

about his symptoms, and he answered each one

such thorough examinations? Even for something as minor as a cold or

Isabelle’s medical prowess and her temperament, that she would merely glance at him as the alternative medicine practitioner would

she would give him a few acupuncture points.

wine and the person who accompanied her to drink makes her happier? So, it’s not too much trouble

could it be because it was me she was

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quickly dismissed the thought.

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don’t usually diagnose people; I only do surgeries,” Isabelle clarified, emphasising that she didn’t deal with minor

using the medical

eyes brightened, and his heartbeat

gaze was fixed on her face, lost in thought, unaware that his unusual heart rate had caught her attention. She moved the stethoscope’s diaphragm to his

a very fast

George

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gaze, she instantly knew his rapid heartbeat wasn’t

sat down on the sofa and gently

she pulled out some acupuncture needles. “Take off your coat.”

“Okay”

of buttons and expose the back of

“Sure.”

collar down slightly to access his neck and shoulders. She began to carefully insert the needles.

the door handle rattled, followed by a knock. “Sweetheart?”

just to check him? Are you trying to keep me out?” Yves

a few

be able to stay calm, which was exactly why

kill him. I’ll take care of the other guy outside.” Yves called through the door, “Do you hear

always like this, Isabelle said

long?” George asked curiously.

“Yeah. Isabelle nodded.