Chapter 882 Contact Her
But the symptoms didn't get any better, and soon, he was struggling to breathe.
It wasn't until he hit the emergency call button that the whole villa's alarm system went off. The servants woke up in a panic, and the bodyguards rushed upstairs. Louie showed up with the doctor right behind him, just in time at 3 AM.
"Mr. Medici..." Louie watched anxiously as the doctor gave Dennis oxygen and checked his vitals.
Luckily, Louie had the foresight to keep the doctor on standby at the villa. Otherwise, Dennis would have been in even worse shape.
"Did Mr. Medici eat anything unusual tonight?" The doctor asked Louie. "He was fine last night, despite his injuries. This severe reaction is unexpected..."
Louie glanced at the unconscious Dennis on the bed and replied, "His diet was normal."
He had watched Dennis eat today, noting every dish and ingredient. The food prepared by their chef couldn't have caused this.
"He did have a bit of alcohol," Louie remembered the drink Abella had offered. Dennis had only taken a sip. "Nothing else."
"We need to do a blood test."
Doctors always wanted to run tests, and Louie was used to it by now. He nodded, and one of the doctors immediately drew Dennis's blood.
After a while, the test results came back, showing abnormal levels.
"Someone must have drugged him," The doctor said, looking at the results.
"What did you say?" Louie was taken aback.
"Normal food wouldn't cause such anomalies. It's clear he's been poisoned."
"Poisoned!" Louie was shocked, wondering who would dare poison Dennis.
He looked up, and all the servants and bodyguards shook their heads, their faces filled with fear.
"However, this poison isn't lethal. It seems to only cause discomfort."
Louie suddenly thought of Abella, but that drink was originally hers. Dennis had insisted on switching drinks with her.
She couldn't have poisoned herself from the start.
Where did things go wrong?
With Dennis's sharp instincts, he would have noticed if someone tried to poison him.
"Mr. Medici already has a bullet in his heart. He was shot again yesterday, and now he's feeling unwell. If this continues, Mr. Medici will suffer more and more. If we could remove the bullet, Mr. Medici wouldn't experience such frequent heart pain, shortness of breath, and weakness."
Louie looked at her. "How confident are you?"
"50%." Her answer was as always. "Mr. Potts, you should find a more skilled doctor for Mr. Medici to help him escape this pain sooner. Otherwise, Mr. Medici's life will be too miserable."
"If even you are only 50% sure..." Louie muttered. Where could he find a better doctor?
A few months ago, several gangs had suddenly united to attack Dennis.
Dennis's car was on its way to the villa when they were surrounded by several cars. Some people protected Dennis and got him out, but Dennis saw that his men were outnumbered and returned to save them, getting shot in the process.
They later found out that the bullet was lodged in Dennis's heart.
Because the attackers used low-quality, homemade guns and bullets, the bullet didn't penetrate but stayed in the heart's wall.
It was thanks to the poor quality of the gun and bullet that Dennis had a chance to survive.
The bullet's angle meant it didn't enter the heart chamber directly but was wrapped in the heart muscle. With each heartbeat, the bullet's position shifted slightly.
Since being shot, Dennis acted as if nothing had happened, continuing his usual activities. Everyone still feared him as before.
But sometimes, he would feel chest tightness, rapid heartbeat, dizziness, and shortness of breath.
Over the past few months, a team of renowned doctors had tried various methods, but none could guarantee the bullet's safe removal.
Because the bullet only caused discomfort and didn't threaten Dennis's life or daily activities, some doctors suggested avoiding surgery and managing symptoms with medication.
As time passed, Dennis's discomfort grew longer, and conservative treatment was no longer suitable.
This was one reason he hadn't gone home.
He didn't know when he might suddenly die, and afraid his family would see him collapse.
How heartbroken his parents and family would be.
"There is another way," The doctor said. "In Libertya, there's a highly skilled doctor named Abbott. He's performed surgeries on many important figures. They say no matter how difficult the condition, it's child's play to him. Rumor has it that his scalpel is faster than the Grim Reaper's. If we can find him, there might be hope."
"Abbott..." Louie had heard the name before.
He had sent people to find Abbott long ago, but the doctor was elusive, and they hadn't located him yet.
Dennis was now unconscious. Mobilizing a large search effort might take too long.
At that moment, he thought of Abella again. Did she really know medicine? Could she operate on Dennis?
Her calm demeanor and confident eyes made him want to believe.
But the thought only lasted a second before he dismissed it as madness!
He must be too desperate to believe Abella, who was so young.
"Give Mr. Medici medication to ease his pain. When he wakes up, I'll discuss it with him." Louie ordered.
For now, they had no better option but to wait.
The next morning, Dennis slowly opened his eyes. Remembering how Abella had predicted his symptoms, he smiled.
She really was an extraordinary girl.
She even guessed the time and symptoms.
"Mr. Medici, you're awake..." Louie thought he was seeing things. Not only was Dennis awake, but he was also smiling. The early morning light made his smile eerie.
"Contact her," Dennis suddenly said.
Louie was stunned, taking a moment to realize, "You mean that girl. You want her to treat you?"
Dennis corrected, "Perform surgery."
"Letting a girl we barely know, who we've had conflicts with, perform surgery on you." Louie thought Dennis had lost his mind, grasping at straws, even considering a young girl for surgery.
"Mr. Medici, we don't know anything about her."
Dennis recalled her confident face and said calmly, "Do as I say."
He couldn't believe Abella would boast without reason.
She must be confident.
Dennis's words left Louie no choice. Reluctantly, he dialed the unfamiliar number.
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