Chapter 1222: Chapter 1222: How Long Will This Last?
"Once his body adjusts to the medication inside, he will slowly recover."
Scarlett Yates paused for a moment, frowned slightly, and showed a confused expression on her face, asking, "Temporary amnesia? Doctor, do you mean that he actually hasn’t really lost his memory? Is that what you’re saying?"
The doctor pushed the glasses perched on his nose upwards and nodded, "Theoretically, yes. The medication injected into Mr. Saxon can cause various adverse reactions, one of which is temporary amnesia. Given Mr. Saxon’s current condition, it should be the adverse reaction caused by the medication."
Not really losing memory?
Scarlett’s tightly tensed shoulders slumped down, and she let out a big sigh of relief, internally chanting with amusement, "May the Bodhisattva protect us."
But her happiness didn’t last long. Soon, she thought of a new problem: "Doctor, how long will this temporary amnesia last? Is there an approximate time frame?"
"Well..." The doctor paused for a few seconds and replied with an uncertain tone, "If his adaptability is fast, he might recover by tomorrow."
"Then... what if his adaptability is slow?"
"It won’t be too long, just about half a month."
Half a month?
Scarlett’s eyebrows twitched twice, and she felt a bit of a headache.
A half-month period isn’t long, but considering Matthew Saxon’s current attitude towards her, this half-month period seems quite concerning.
Just a moment ago, she was coldly driven out by Matthew Saxon.
"Miss Yates, perhaps if you tell Mr. Saxon more about past events, it might stimulate his memory recovery sooner," the doctor kindly suggested when seeing her worried expression, "It’s best to mention things that made a very strong impression on him."
Scarlett forced a smile from her wrinkled expression: "Thank you, doctor."
"You’re welcome. If there’s nothing else, I need to check on other patients, so I’ll be on my way."
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After the doctor left, Scarlett stood alone in the empty hallway.
Talk more about things that made a very strong impression on him?
But what kind of things would that be for him?
Scarlett frustratedly scratched her head.
The lighting in the hospital corridor wasn’t very bright, and the hallway was long. In the middle of the night, after the doctor left, apart from herself, there wasn’t even a ghostly shadow around.
Who knows if the lights overhead hadn’t been replaced for a long time; not only were they dim, but they also kept flickering.
From where she stood, she could see all the way to the end of the hallway and a large window. The window was half-open, and outside was pitch-black, as if something terrifying could crawl out of the darkness at any moment.
As she gazed, Scarlett began to feel a little creeped out.
She recalled those ghost stories set in hospitals, mysterious morgues, red high heels at the end of the hallway, the sound of sighs coming from within the walls...
The more she thought about it, the more scared she became, feeling a chilling breeze crawling up her back, yet she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about it.
The door to the ward was tightly closed.
The small nurse who held some hostility towards her was inside. Thinking about her and Matthew Saxon alone in a room in the middle of the night made Scarlett very uncomfortable.
Her eyes weren’t blind; how could she not see that the little nurse liked Matthew Saxon?
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