She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 693: Chapter 693: Absolutely Won’t Let Anything Happen to Her

"And also..." Daniel Johnson paused, because he noticed Hope Williams looking over.

"And what else?" Waylon Lewis said in a deep voice, "Don’t look at her, just say it."

Hope Williams tugged at Waylon Lewis, "Waylon Lewis, we..."

"You just keep quiet now."

Hope Williams opened her mouth but was stopped by Waylon Lewis’s gaze.

Daniel Johnson hesitated, looking at Hope Williams, then at Anthony Taylor, and Waylon Lewis coldly commanded, "Speak quickly."

Daniel Johnson had no choice but to stammer, "She experienced intermittent blindness and fainting during the poisoning, which actually damaged her brain, and there might be aftereffects."

Blindness? Fainting?

Waylon Lewis furrowed his brows tightly, his hand holding Hope Williams’s was mildly trembling.

After leaving the Taylor Family, Waylon Lewis hurried back to the hospital, taking Hope Williams for a full body checkup.

Hope Williams saw Waylon Lewis with a tense face, looking like he was facing a great enemy, and said softly, "I’m actually okay now."

"Why didn’t you tell me?" Waylon Lewis said in a deep voice, though he was unwilling to speak harshly.

"It’s really nothing, Pharmacist Johnson said more rest and recuperation would be fine."

Waylon Lewis’s eyes trembled slightly, "Is it really that simple?"

Waylon Lewis was somewhat angry.

Angry that she didn’t take her health seriously.

Angry that she didn’t tell him anything.

Recalling Daniel Johnson’s words, ’It caused quite significant damage, some injuries are irreparable,’ Waylon Lewis’s heart raced.

Seeing a group of doctors and various complex instruments, Hope Williams couldn’t help but feel resistant inside.

During those three months, she had to check her health condition every day, and now a few days later, checkups again.

Hope Williams felt stifled. noveldrama

Noticing Hope Williams’s resistance, Waylon Lewis softened his tone and coaxed, "Darling, I’m with you, your body needs a comprehensive examination."

Hope Williams, not wanting him to worry, had to nod obediently.

After a series of examinations, the results came out quickly.

Waylon Lewis looked at the results, his lips pressed into a tight line, his face very grim, Hope Williams’s many indicators were below standard, the issues were not trivial.

Waylon Lewis seated Hope Williams on a chair outside, and thoroughly understood every aspect of her health from the doctor, not daring for a moment to be negligent.

The doctor, holding the report, carefully studied it before addressing Waylon Lewis, "Mr. Lewis, your wife’s health condition is indeed not good. Upon examination, many of her organs have varying degrees of damage. You mentioned she was poisoned before; the toxin really struck at her foundation, quite a formidable force. That she survived and is in this condition now is already quite remarkable."

The more Waylon Lewis listened, the darker his face became, his voice carried slight tremors, "Is there any way to recover?"

"Such damage has already been caused..."

Waylon Lewis frowned, "Don’t tell me you have no way!"

"Uh... well, that damage is irreversible. If there were a way to recover to how she was before, her previous doctor would have informed you. Our suggestion is for your wife to not overexert herself, to rest as much as possible. Of course, we’ll also prescribe some medication to aid her condition, but we can’t guarantee the final outcome."

Waylon Lewis clenched his hands, nails dug into his flesh but he felt no pain.

"What is the biggest impact of this damage on her?" Waylon Lewis fearfully asked this question.

The doctor observed the man’s dark and frightening demeanor, swallowed nervously, organized his words slightly, and said, "The biggest impact is... it will... affect her lifespan!"

...

Hope Williams sat on the chair outside, propping her chin as she waited for Waylon Lewis to come out.

About a dozen minutes later, Waylon Lewis came out, looking at the woman leaning back on the chair, who had her eyes closed, his gaze complex and filled with heartache.

He bent down and gently picked up the woman.

The sudden weightlessness jolted Hope Williams from her light sleep, and she instinctively raised her hand to wrap around Waylon Lewis’s neck.

"Sleepy?" Waylon Lewis asked softly.

Hope Williams nodded, "What did the doctor say? Is it nothing serious? Actually, Daniel Johnson was just exaggerating a bit about the aftereffects, I don’t feel them, I feel my body is quite good."

Hope Williams spoke softly, leaning in Waylon Lewis’s embrace, with her eyes closed, speaking warmly.

"Yes, the doctor said it’s nothing serious."

Hope Williams opened her eyes, looked at Waylon Lewis, and smiled gently, "See, so don’t worry, and don’t frown, relax and smile."

Waylon Lewis looked at the serene smile of the woman in his arms, his heart felt as though it was being tightly gripped by something, aching terribly.

Hope Williams blinked, "Hmm?"

Waylon Lewis bent down to place Hope Williams down.

As Hope Williams’s feet touched the ground, the next moment, Waylon Lewis reached out and pulled her strongly into his arms.

People were coming and going in the corridor, many were drawn to the sight of the tightly embraced couple.

Hope Williams clasped the man’s waist in return, and asked softly, "What’s wrong?"

"I just want to hold you."

Hope Williams gave a soft smile, "Hmm, then hold me tight."

Waylon Lewis’s arms tightened a little more, as if wanting to merge her into his body. He held her tightly, but his eyes in the place where Hope Williams couldn’t see emitted a cold, chilly glow.

There must be a way, he will never let anything happen to her.