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,

series of brief questions about

remark, “Do you always perform such thorough examinations? Even for something as minor as a cold or a fever?”

medical prowess and her temperament, that she would merely

give him a few acupuncture points. He hadn’t

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

it was me she

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What’s Taking You So

dismissed the thought.

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Isabelle clarified, emphasising that she didn’t deal

the medical kit Yves had given

and his

in thought, unaware that his unusual heart rate had caught her attention. She moved the stethoscope’s diaphragm to his left

fast heartbeat,” she

George

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she instantly knew his rapid

down on the sofa and gently took his

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

“Okay”

a couple of buttons and expose the back of your neck.”

“Sure.”

him, tugging his shirt collar down slightly to

followed by a knock.

lock the door just to check him? Are you trying to

only been a

calm,

of the other guy outside.” Yves called through the door, “Do you

like this,

known him long?” George

“Yeah. Isabelle nodded.