"Madam," Ramsey noticed the peculiar expression on Camilla's face and furrowed his brow in concern.
"Is something wrong?"
Micheal pressed his lips together as he studied Camilla, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly.
"Pulse erratic, qi and blood congested," Camilla murmured, her red lips parting as she met Micheal's gaze.
"Severe organ failure," she continued, pausing briefly before her beautiful eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
"But one thing is certain—he isn't sick."
An erratic pulse and failing organs—yet no illness?
Even Ramsey, who knew nothing about medicine, could tell something was off. "How can this be?"
"It's poison,"
Camilla gazed at Micheal, her crystal-clear eyes now veiled with a frosty chill.
"There's a peculiar toxin in his system," she said coolly.
"All those symptoms must be caused by it."
"Hahaha, not bad for a doctor," Micheal's throat emitted a deep, eerie chuckle, his voice grating and hoarse.
