Chapter 43
Daphne had just left the hospital with her lab results.
Sylvie came running after her but failed to catch up. Without wasting a second, she headed straight for the hospital director’s office.
“Dr Adler! Dr. Adler!”
The door suddenly swung open and startled the director, Renwick Adler, who had been drinking tex
“Do you always have to be in such a hurry?” he grumbled. “You nearly gave me a heart attack”
Sylvie slapped the lab results onto his desk. “There’s something unusual about this patient’s lab result.”
He slowly set his teacup down. “What’s so unusual? You’ve said that a hundred times before.”
“Just read it, and you’ll understand what I mean.”
Renwick hadn’t thought much of it at first since Sylvie had a habit of overreacting. But when he reviewed the lab results, his composure slipped. He put on his glasses and studied the report for a long time, yet he still couldn’t make sense of it
No matter how he looked at it, something wasn’t right. But to prevent unrest within the hospital, he had no choice but to pretend that nothing was wrong. Taking off his glasses, he said casually, “There’s nothing unusual here.”
Sylvie looked baffled. “But this clearly
were just as strange. The interstellar empire is vast, so there are bound to
He interrupted, “Didn’t the ER treat an injured Apekin last time? Some of their readings were just a be a few anomalies.”
“But Dr. Adler-
Renwick interjected again, “That’s enough. I’ll take another look. If I find anything truly concerning, I’ll call you.”
He glanced at the clock on the wall before continuing, “You’re still on duty, and plenty of patients are waiting. Get back to work”
Sylvie had no choice but to leave.
Once alone, Renwickimmediately put his glasses back on and reviewed the lab results again. The blood type seemed odd or even incorrect, although it appeared to be accurate at first glance.
He picked up the phone and made a call the line rang for a long time before it was finally answered.
Berwick didn’t hold back when he spoke. “Well, has being the director of Beastlin Hospital for so long made you look down on us?”
A deep chudde came from the other end, “Sorry, old buddy. I just returned from a meeting. What’s so urgent that you’re calling at this hour? Do you need help with something complicated?
The man on the other end was Bryan, the director of Beastkin Hospital, who had personally conducted Daphne’s
ne’s medical examination.
“You know me best,” Renwick said. “I’m sending over a few lab results. Take a look” He tapped the screen to forward the tiles.
He continued, “This report doesn’t inalur pense. I can’t tell what’s wrong, but the blood type in particular–something’s off. The Blood Sampling Robo couldn’t determine it, and those machines have the entire interstellar empire’s blond database.”
Bryan immediately looked at the blood type section. When he saw the two dashes–inconclusive–his brow furrowed.
But then be spotted the patient’s name, and everything fell into place. She was Lester’s young ward. That explained it–there were no pure human blood types in the interstellar empire.
Bryan’s eyes moved down to the following line. When he saw the word “pregnant,” his hand trembled
This. This couldn’t be Lester’s child, right? Should he tell him about it?
He immediately picked up the phone. “I need to ask you something. Did she come alone for the test?”
Renwick wasn’t sure either, so he quickly called Sylvie to contin..
Bryan leamed that Daphane had come alone, with no one accompanying her. That meant Lester might not know about her pregnancy.
