Pierre didn't mean that he was doubtful about Garry's prescription. He just wanted to figure out how the medicine would work. Since Gael could not give an answer to any of his questions, he drove Gael out of his room.

Gael couldn't help rolling his eyes at Pierre outside the door. He had just begun to go downstairs when the sound of piano suddenly stopped. Estella cried and shouted, "Mom..."

Gael was gripped by worry and panic. He turned around and shouted, "Pierre." Then he rushed downstairs.

"Pierre, what's wrong with Wanda?"

They rushed Wanda to the hospital. At this moment, they had to forget about all of their disagreements.

Pierre came out of the ward after he had examined Wanda's condition. In fact, he couldn't give a clear explanation on Wanda's illness. "Generally speaking, such a coma is caused by a mental stimulation. Wanda must have been exposed to a mental stimulation before she suddenly fell into coma."

Hearing Pierre's words, Aaron immediately added, "I remember it. She has heard the sound of cutting machine several times… No, I get it wrong. Precisely speaking, Wanda will vomit and faint whenever she heard a screech. What's the reason?"

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usually fetched the medicine from the pharmacy. "

In the next morning, they went together to visit Nancy, who confirmed Gael's words. Garry had never mentioned changing the first prescription for the second one.

Nancy and the servants were throwing all the things out of the room, where Lucille had lived. Pierre sniffed and walked over. "Stop and wait a minute." He picked up a bottle, put it to his nose, smelled it, opened it and handed it to Gael. Gael smelled the bottle and asked, "Chinese medicine? What do you mean by this? Instead of swallowing the medicinal decoction, Lucille had poured all the medicinal decoction into the bottle? Previously, she was indeed mad, wasn't she? My father would never make a mistake in the diagnosis."

Pierre glanced at him and said in a low voice, "Your father would never make a wrong judgment about a patient's illness. I'm afraid only Lucille can give us a right answer."

In the afternoon, Justin took Gael to the small room where Lucille was locked. Lucille had scars all over her body. Justin sneered, "You have made the umpteenth attempt to run away. You are unwilling to give up! Tonight, I will offer her to my fellow men as a sex worker. Then, I no longer have to keep an eye on her."