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It was common for stuff like that in the brain to develop into something worse later on.
She had seen cases where people ignored their brain tumors, only to have the tumors turn
cancerous later on.
Having things in the brain that don't belong there is no joking matter. We have to treat
such conditions seriously! If that blood clot in his brain doesn't break down, it could end up
becoming cancerous!
With that in mind, Joyce exclaimed anxiously, “Why are there blood clots in your brain, Dr.
Quinn?”
Stanley shot her a glance as he replied, “Your father hit me in the head when he beat me
up. That resulted in a concussion and some slight bleeding in the brain.”
Joyce went pale the moment she heard that it was her father who caused it.
“I'm sorry...” she apologized while tugging at the hem of her shirt.
Stanley massaged his forehead once again. “All right. Just stop apologizing. It's all in the
past now.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“I know that, but—” Joyce was about to say something, but Stanley cut her off once again
by raising his hand. “As I said, that's enough.”
Joyce lowered her head. “Okay...”
The ward fell into complete silence.
A few moments later, Joyce looked up at him and asked worriedly, “Since you're a
neurologist, do you know if the blood clots in your brain will go away?”
She was really concerned about the blood clots turning cancerous as she had seen
something like that happen in a television drama a long time ago.
The female lead in that drama series had blood clots that pressed against her optic
nerves. Eventually, it developed into brain cancer and led to her death.
That showed how tiny problems could snowball into big ones if left unsolved, especially
those that were inside the brain.
Stanley's lips curled into a faint smile when he saw how worried Joyce was. “Yes, they
will.”
Joyce's eyes lit up with joy and relief when she heard that. “Really?”
Stanley nodded. “I'm a neurologist. Do you think I'd joke about my own career like that?”
Joyce shook her head and explained, “N-No, that's not what I meant! I was just so happy
that I needed to confirm it!”
Stanley leaned forward and stared her in the eye as he asked, “Happy, huh? Are you
happy that I'm all right?”
Joyce averted her gaze and nodded in response. “Yes, I am. It was my father who caused
this, so we would all feel really bad if something were to happen to you. If you turn out to
be fine, then we wouldn't feel too bad about it.”
Stanley pursed his lips as he mumbled, “And here I thought you were worried about me.”
Because he had kept his voice low, Joyce couldn't quite hear what he said. “What did you
say, Mr. Quinn?”
Stanley lowered his gaze and replied coldly, “Nothing.”
Unsure of the reason his attitude had turned cold all of a sudden, Joyce shrugged and
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmdidn't give it much thought. “By the way, Mr. Quinn, how long will it take for the blood
clots in your head to go away?”
“About one month,” Stanley replied while leaning against the headboard.
Joyce nodded. “That's good to know.”
A month was neither too long nor too short, so it was still an acceptable timeframe.
“Will you experience any dizziness or headaches throughout this one month, though?”
Joyce asked.
Stanley nodded. “Yes, a little bit. Those are common symptoms when it comes to blood
clots like these.”
“Oh, I see,” Joyce mumbled while propping her chin up with one hand.
So, that's why he didn't want me to get a doctor. Being a doctor himself, it's only natural
that he knows his condition very well. On top of that, he's the youngest neurologist in the
world! There aren't many neurologists out there who can reach his level of expertise! The
ones who have are all really old. Since no other neurologist performs better than him, it
wouldn't exactly be appropriate to have someone else examine him.
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