Amanda was startled and her whole body tensed up. She wanted to turn around and scold him, but as soon as she did, she saw Joan collapse.
She stiffened for a moment before slowly squatting down and patting his face, “Joan?”
There was no response.
She frowned and patted a little harder, “Joan, don’t joke with me or I’ll get angry.”
But he still didn’t look like he was going to wake up.
She then panicked and immediately took out her phone and called the ambulance.
About half an hour later, an ambulance came and pulled him into the hospital.
Amanda sat on a bench in the corridor and waited for the doctor to give the results of the examination.
It didn’t take long for the doctor to walk out.
She stood up and walked over to him and asked, “Doctor, how is he?”
The doctor looked at her a little strangely, “What are you to him?”
“His friend,” Amanda replied.
“Girlfriend?” Without waiting for Amanda to answer, the doctor had already decided so, “Did he take one of the aphrodisiacs that are particularly popular on the market right now? This drug is very powerful and can make people over-excited, but there are after-effects.”
Amanda was shocked. She knew that Atwood must have drugged Joan. She thought it was just an aphrodisiac, but she didn’t expect that there would be after-effects.
“What after-effects?” She asked.
“The drug will make a person very aroused, but he may not remember being aroused after the drug wears off. We have checked the patient and there is no major damage to his body. However, it’s best not to take this drug because taking too much can cause damage to the body.” The doctor said.
She nodded, indicating that she knew, and asked, “Did he faint because of taking this drug?”
“Yes. He didn’t get the release and was overly repressed, so all the medicine built up in him and caused him to faint.” The doctor explained and quickly added, “I understand that young people like you seek excitement, but it’s better to be normal. Taking drugs for pleasure can create dependency and hurt your body.”
Amanda felt embarrassed and said reluctantly, “I know.”
It didn’t take long for Joan to be pushed out, “You’re his family, right? You can go when he wakes up in a few minutes.”
“Okay.”
She found a chair to sit by the bed and waited for Joan to wake up.
As she waited, she fell asleep on the edge of the bed.
By the time she woke up, it was dawn.
She opened her eyes slowly and raised her hand to look at her wristwatch. It was five o’clock. Hadn’t Joan woken up yet?
She looked up and saw Joan sitting on the edge of the bed.
“You’re awake?” She paused for a moment, “Why didn’t you call me when you woke up?”
Joan turned his head to look at her, “I was thinking about a problem.”
“What problem?”
“Why am I in the hospital?” He asked as he blinked.
“You were sick and fainted, so I took you to the hospital.” She stood up and moved around for a moment, “Now that you’re awake, let’s go back.”
Joan was clearly sceptical, “I remember the power going out in the hotel and a woman appearing …”
He remembered everything from the beginning, but not what happened just during that period when the medicine was at its strongest.
“Hallucinations. It’s all hallucinations. Let’s get out of here.” Amanda didn’t want him to think about the mess, “Grandma is still at the hotel. I don’t feel comfortable with her being alone.”
“Okay.” Joan didn’t ask any more questions, but followed her out of the hospital and took a taxi back to the hotel.
“You have to do me a favour today,” Amanda said as she sat in the car.
“Go ahead.”
“I have to go out today for something. Can you take care of Grandma for me?” Amanda asked.
She had to find Atwood and warn him not to bother her, let alone hurt anyone around her!
Joan didn’t ask what she was going to do and just agreed.
Back at the hotel, Amanda went to see Jessica. She waited until Jessica woke up and had breakfast before she left.
Joan took her for a walk around the neighbourhood.
Amanda took a taxi to Stanford’s office.
Atwood happened to be at the office today and wanted to confess to Stanford and admit his mistake.
When it was time to go to work, he knocked on Stanford’s office door.
Stanford was answering the phone. He said come in and continued to listen to the phone. It was the hospital calling to say they had set a time for the operation.
“I’ve got it. I’ll be there.”
There were still a lot of tests to be done before the surgery, so he would have to go over early.
The person on the other end of the phone said something else, and he hung up after saying yes.
Atwood came over, “I’m sorry.”
He apologized straight away.
Stanford leaned back and rested against the back of the chair, and looked at him coldly, “What are you sorry for?”
He could probably guess what Atwood had come to confess, and he was indeed angry with him for taking matters into his own hands and even deceiving him!
“I shouldn’t have hidden what happened before you lost your memory. I shouldn’t have …”
Before he could finish his sentence, the door to his office was thrown open with a bang.
The secretary stood in the doorway and said in a dilemma, “This young lady had to barge in. I can’t stop her.”