Chapter 599 Examination Results
Albert strode purposefully toward the doctor's office, his measured steps echoing through the sterile corridor. He knocked and entered, standing ramrod straight with his hands at his sides, his dark eyes holding an intensity that seemed almost dangerous in the fluorescent light.
For a moment, he found himself frozen at the threshold, unable to take another step forward. The closer he came to the truth, the tighter the knot of anxiety wound in his chest.
The doctor, noting Albert's evident distress, observed him for a moment before speaking gently. "You seem quite anxious. Are you worried about the test results?"
Albert gave a slight nod, his voice low and controlled. "Yes, my wife hasn't been feeling well lately. I'm here to collect her medical report."
"Please, have a seat," the doctor said, gesturing to the chair across from his desk with a reassuring tone. "Let me walk you through everything."
Albert pressed his lips together briefly before settling into the chair, his expression grave and his eyes reflecting deep concern. "How are my wife's test results, Doctor?"
The doctor clicked his mouse with practiced efficiency. "Yvette?"
"Yes," Albert confirmed with a nod.
The printer beside the desk hummed to life as the doctor retrieved the freshly printed report and handed it across the desk. "Your wife's comprehensive test results."
A gentle smile crossed the doctor's face as he offered reassurance. "There's no need to worry. She's not in any serious danger—just experiencing some weakness that requires proper rest and care."
The words hit Albert like a wave of relief, and he felt the crushing weight that had been pressing on his chest finally lift. He exhaled slowly, his tightly pressed lips gradually relaxing as he managed a quiet "Thank you."
Albert had been carrying this burden of uncertainty for far too long. Despite having medical equipment at home and arranging for Doyle to monitor and treat Yvette, he couldn't shake his unease.
He knew Doyle's character well enough—whatever flaws the man might have, his medical ethics remained intact. If Yvette truly wanted to hide something, Doyle would never betray her confidence.
The doubt had gnawed at him relentlessly, yet every investigation he'd conducted had led nowhere. It wasn't until Yvette collapsed during his business trip that he'd resorted to this desperate measure—deceiving her into coming to the hospital for a thorough examination.
Yvette's avoidance had only intensified his sense of foreboding. Albert had even found himself wondering where he could possibly find someone capable of treating whatever might be wrong with her, should the worst prove true.
Having already "lost" Yvette twice before, the mere thought of losing her again made every breath feel like shards of glass piercing his organs. He couldn't bear to endure that agony again.
Albert drew a deep breath as he studied the test results and lab reports, then slowly released it.
Thank God. The doctor had said she was fine—just weak.
The doctor proceeded to explain Yvette's specific indicators in detail, pointing out several values that were slightly below normal range. "While there's nothing seriously wrong, chronically low levels can impact bodily functions over time. Rest and proper nutrition will be essential."
"Understood. Thank you, Doctor," Albert replied, gathering all the reports before turning to leave.
As he stepped out of the doctor's office, Albert felt lighter than he had in months. As long as she was safe, nothing else mattered.
In the hospital corridor, Yvette sat alone on the cold metal chair, her fingers twisted tightly in the fabric of her clothes. Her eyes reflected a storm of anxiety and dread, each passing second feeling like another turn of the screw in her already tortured mind.
Her face had drained of all color, and her heart hammered against her ribs like a caged bird desperate for escape. She stared at the office door, silently praying it would never open, knowing that whatever the doctor had told Albert would seal her fate.
Memories of her life with Albert flooded her mind—a bittersweet montage of joy and sorrow intertwined. She thought of Albert's kindness, of BoBo and CiCi, of the heartbreak they might face because of her. She had never wanted them to know, never wanted them to suffer because of her limited time.
Suddenly, the office door swung open, and Yvette's entire body went rigid, as if she'd been turned to stone.
She looked up in panic, meeting Albert's intense gaze beneath his furrowed brow. He held the medical report in his hand, his face dark as a thundercloud, clearly restraining some powerful emotion.
He approached her with deliberate steps, his eyes never leaving hers. Yvette's already pale complexion turned ghostly white.
Albert's breathing was slightly labored, his tone sharp with reproach. "Your body is in this condition, and you're still pushing yourself like this?"
Yvette was stunned by his sudden accusation. So it was true—there was no hiding it anymore. Everything had been exposed.
Albert's accusatory manner left her defenseless, and she swayed slightly, as if she might collapse at any moment.
She bit her lower lip, her eyes beginning to glisten with unshed tears, and opened her mouth to explain, but Albert cut her off coldly.
"Don't speak. You're anemic." His voice carried irritation, but beneath it lay an unmistakable tenderness that he couldn't quite suppress.
Seeing the moisture gathering in her eyes, his expression softened slightly, and he sighed. "You need to rest properly. Do you understand?"
Yvette froze completely, her face a mask of shock, her pupils trembling with disbelief.
"What? Anemic?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Yes." Albert handed her the test results and lab reports, his voice steady but concerned. "Your anemia isn't severe, but prolonged deficiency will affect your health. You're a doctor—you should know how to take proper care of yourself."
Yvette accepted the papers with trembling hands, forcing herself to focus despite the chaos in her mind. Her eyes scanned each line of data methodically, as if trying to memorize every number.
Seeing the mostly normal values, hope began to bloom in her chest like a flower breaking through concrete.
She was overwhelmed with joy, her breathing becoming rapid and shallow. She had never imagined that despite the problems she knew existed in her body, somehow, without her realizing it, she had begun to heal.
If she continued taking her medication as prescribed, could her body gradually return to normal? Could she grow old with Albert and watch their children flourish?
Yvette looked at Albert with eyes bright with tears of relief. "I'm really going to be okay, aren't I?"
Albert reached out to cup her soft, warm cheek, his voice gentle as a whisper. "Yes, the doctor said you're just anemic. With proper care, you'll be fine."
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