Hearing this, the doctors immediately bowed and nodded in deference, repeating, "We wouldn't dare."
At the blood collection station, a dizzy and delirious Shalma Hughes had two vials of blood drawn...
The blood test results were out in less than a minute. The doctors passed the report around, each examining it closely. As they read it, expressions of profound surprise washed over their faces.
Seeing their reactions, Julian Winslow's gaze darkened abruptly. "Is there a problem?" he asked.
The test report had reached the last doctor, leaving him to explain. "There's no major issue. The fever is caused by a cold, and there's a slight inflammation... It's just..."
Julian tightened his arms around Shalma. His eyes turned piercing as he demanded, "Just what?"
