Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter
Poison that causes paralysis
All eyes were on George as soon as he heard the small scream. Lina smiled back. He removed all the needles in George's leg and put them back in place. He got up and sat back on the bed.
"I can feel pain. It's amazing" George felt disbelief at what he had just felt at his feet.
"Dad didn't lie, did he?" samuel asked his father.
"It's no use to lie either. It was obviously really painful when Velia pricked the needle."
"As a personal doctor, Mr. George I can't do what you just did. I don't think you're a great doctor, Velia," said Dr. Pram.
"You're too flattering to doctor Pram. I'm just using acupuncture to open up the blocked blood flow point in Mr. Trump's leg. George," said Lina. He slightly straightened his waist.
"I used to undergo treatment with acupuncture techniques but it didn't work. While you've only been a few minutes, you've managed to make me feel my legs back."
"I can't say that it worked, Mr. George. If I hurt your leg right now, you will definitely not feel anything. I was just testing if there's any hope for you to walk back."
"You mean, my dad still has hope of walking?" samuel was a little surprised.
"Yes. According to my estimate it is likely to be about 75% Mr. George can walk back if you get treatment..."
"There really is such a big hope? You're not kidding, are you?" cut George excited.
"I may joke while doing the examination. But it takes quite a long time to undergo treatment until you can actually walk like before. The toxins found in your feet have long settled and have entered the bone. Most likely the poison has now crept into your spine."
"Poisons? You're saying the cause of my leg's paralysis is caused by poison?"
Lina cuddling. "The poison is given to you gradually. Not deadly but if given continuously can cause paralysis of the legs and once the poison spread throughout the spine, eventually you will have a buildup on the entire limb of the harvester and will end up lying in bed forever. Once you've reached this stage, it just means you need one more dose to make you lose your life."
"remarkable. I'm so amazed at you. I've been Mr.'s personal doctor. George is over 15 years old, but I can't guess for sure the cause of Mr.'s leg collapse. George. Looks like my experience in the science of medicine has been defeated by a young woman. Maybe I should learn from you" said Dr. Pram.
"Don't be like that Doctor Pram. You're much more experienced than me. I'm just an expert in the field of poisons," said Lina Mendelah
"If it is caused by poison. The question is, who poisoned you, Dad?" samuel spoke his mind.
"It also bothered my mind, too" doctor Pram clamped his chin using a finger while thinking. "According to Velia's explanation, the poison must be given gradually."
"From food. The poison was mixed into Mr.'s food. George gets two drops once a week" added Lina.
"A little bit."
"The sea must be like that if it doesn't want to be detected."
"Then that means the culprit is in this house. It could be between the waiters."
"I have many enemies who want my death."
"That's it, dad. The secret about Velia being able to treat my father's legs is that only the four of us know. It's for her safety."
"Including Sara?" cut George.
"Yes, including Sara. We make it as if this conversation never happened so as not to appear suspicion. Doctor Pram and I will watch the suspicious movements of everyone in this house. And you, Velia. Are you sure you can cure my father?"
"Very sure. You can trust me."
"Thank you" Samuel said with a smile.
"But I need some medicines in a considerable amount."
"No problem. Just give me the list. I'll buy it all for you."
"Before any treatment I need to take your blood stamps, Mr. George. I need to know the content of the poison to find the right treatment technique."
"Let me be your assistant, Velia? I want to learn a little bit about the poison and the way it's treated" Pram told doctors.
"You don't need to ask a doctor Pram. Fellow doctor, I would be happy to share my knowledge with you. Considering you've been taking care of me, too. I'm glad I can repay your kindness."
"Velia was the little angel who came to me. If I can really walk back, I'll make you my daughter" George said.
"It is not necessary to be like that, Mr. George," Lina felt bad about accepting the offer.
"Wait first. If you raise Velia to be your daughter, it means she will be... My sister."
"Why? Do you mind? Or do you want to marry her?"
"That's not gonna happen! Her... She already has a husband. Where might I take someone's wife."
"Who will be your wife, too" Lina folded her arms and threw away her face.
"The behavior of the two of them is more suitable to be a sister than a husband and wife" said Dr. Pram.
"Sometimes I feel that Velia and I do have a close relationship. Seeing her always carries my memories of Ariana. She looks a lot like him."
"Sister Tn. George. If it's not wrong he died in an accident."
"Yes. But I don't believe that. He must have been killed by someone who tried to snatch the Red Chrysanthemum auction house Token."
"By the way about the auction house, it reminds me of a poison master who is known to be very mysterious. This hard-to-detect poison must be most likely an artificial one from the poison master."
"Oh, what did Doctor Pram mean by Mater's poison master Oleander?" samuel said sure.
"Yes. Oleander's."
"Ah... That Oleander," George flicked his finger as he remembered it. "He was indeed a great and mysterious poison master. Every year he would auction off one of his poison at the Red Chrysanthemum auction house. The man who tried to kill me must have bought his poison at the auction."
"How about we find out who Oleander really is?" samuel's Advice.
"Why find out who he is?" ask Lina.
"Of course to ask for antidote, what else? I'm willing to pay anything and I'm a little curious as to who Oleander is."
"It's also free that you ask her for the antidote."
"Why?"
"The color I don't remember the ingredients of the antidote. Um... AHH! Too many prescription poisons and medications that I still forgot what they were for!" Lina ruffled her hair in annoyance.
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