Chapter 509

It really was a bit strange. He had never encountered or seen anything like this before.

Jackson had no choice but to explain, "It's possible the patient went through a period of extreme exhaustion, so her body has entered a protective state.

"Right now, she just wants to rest. In other words, the patient is unwilling to wake up."

Arnold Lee looked puzzled. "But… does gastroenteritis cause something like that?"

Wasn't this kind of reaction usually seen in patients with brain injuries?

Aurora's condition didn't seem to match what the doctor was describing.

Jackson paused.

Seeing the butler's confusion, he didn't know how to respond either.

He had no choice but to keep bluffing.

After all, in situations like this, no one could say for sure.

If Julian and his people dared to do it, then the drug must be untraceable.

All he had to do was keep the family calm.

"It's true. It has more to do with the patient's subconscious than with any specific injury," Jackson reassured him.

"Please don't worry, there's really nothing serious going on. After all, this is the best hospital in Ravenshore. I have no reason to lie to you about something like this."

Arnold thought about it and realized that did make sense.

He took back the report. "Alright, thank you, Doctor. Sorry to trouble you."

"No trouble at all. This is my job. Try talking to the patient more. If her subconscious hears familiar voices, she might wake up."

Arnold’s eyes lit up.

That sounded like something worth trying.

"Alright, I'll do that."

With that, Arnold turned and left.

The moment the office door closed, Jackson finally let out a long breath and collapsed into his chair.

He never imagined that being a doctor would come to this, that he’d have to lie.

Wasn't that against everything he believed in as a doctor?

But for the sake of his job, he had no other choice.

Thankfully, Julian and his people were smart.

Whatever they had done, it left no trace.

According to the test report, everything looked perfectly normal.

That was enough–as long as he said a few convincing words to keep the family calm, his job was done.

It was a win–win situation for both the hospital and himself.

With that thought, Jackson felt the heavy weight on his chest ease a little.

Maybe things weren’t as bad as he had feared.

Meanwhile, after leaving the office, Arnold stared at the report in his hand, his expression still grave.

Although the doctor had advised him to speak more with the patient, something still didn’t sit right with him.

Lost in thought, Arnold headed toward the room where Aurora was staying.

At the door, Ian was standing guard.

When he saw an elderly man walking toward the room, he was puzzled.

This was a private room; only the general manager was admitted here.

Why was this old man heading in this direction?

Had he gone to the wrong room?

Ian’s mind started racing.

He hadn’t seen Arnold before, so naturally, he was full of questions.

When Arnold finally stopped in front of him, Ian sensed something was off.

"Excuse me, is this Aurora Walton's room?"

The moment Arnold spoke, Ian finally understood what was going on.