After Having a Dream, I Became Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child-Chapter 445 - 417: The Smith Family’s Downfall (Part 5)

The "ailing" Mrs. Smith suddenly opened her eyes, sat up abruptly, and grabbed the corner of Dr. Sterling’s coat.

Dr. Sterling lowered his gaze, gently brushed away her hand with his fingertips, his voice cold: "Madam, your illness is indeed a pretense."

Mrs. Smith’s face stiffened, then she sneered,

"Does it matter? To bring you here, I haven’t eaten or drunk for three days. Only then did my son believe."

She glanced at the door, her tone suddenly sank, full of threat: "Butler Adler should have told you the rules, not a single word of today’s events is allowed to leak.

Revive the Governor, and I’ll give you a box of gold bars; fail, or dare to speak out, there’s plenty of space in Zylos to bury people."

Dr. Sterling didn’t respond, watching Mrs. Smith retrieve a well-polished brass key from the bedside table, inserting it into a groove in the wall with a twist.

With a "click," the wall slid open to reveal a secret passage, a damp smell immediately surged out as dim yellow lights illuminated the passage.

Inwardly, Dr. Sterling thought, Charles Smith’s outside reputation for "inviting the doctor for filial duty" was a pretense, while Mrs. Smith harbored this conspiracy inside; indeed, mother and son alike, filled with scheming.

Yet she didn’t show it, helping Mrs. Smith into the secret passage.

The passage wasn’t long; around a turn was the end.

Pushing open the door, the heavy scent of disinfectant filled the air; inside, the Governor lay on a hospital bed, his frail body wrapped in a blue and white striped hospital gown, eyes tightly shut, with sunken eye sockets, the thin blanket barely rising and falling, looking no different from a vegetative state.

Dr. Sterling’s heart sank as she rushed forward, removed her black gloves, first lightly touched the Governor’s face with her fingertips, then placed them on his wrist.

Fortunately, the Governor’s pulse, though weak, was steady.

"How’s it going, do you have any confidence in curing him?" Mrs. Smith urged from behind, her tone filled with impatience, "Hurry up and treat, don’t make me feel like you’re all talk."

Dr. Sterling ignored her, took out the medical kit she brought, drawing half a tube of transparent medication.

It was not life-sustaining medicine but a newly developed special drug from the research institute capable of awakening brain cells.

She wiped the Governor’s hand with an alcohol swab, her movements precise without a hint of deviation. As the needle pierced the skin, her fingertips involuntarily trembled, her gaze falling on the Governor’s frail hand with a deep scar that seemed to be left by a bullet mark.

"Is it done? Why isn’t he awake yet?"

Mrs. Smith leaned in, seeing the Governor still with closed eyes and no movement, immediately frowned, urging Dr. Sterling.

Dr. Sterling dodged to the side, shaking her head,

"This injection can only sustain his life, keep him alive, waking up is impossible. He suffered severe injuries back then, damaging the core of his organs, old wounds accumulated over the years that ordinary medicine can’t fix."

"Impossible?"

Mrs. Smith exploded instantly, her voice rising, "I see you, Dr. Sterling, are merely this! Waste of my efforts to draw you in!"

"Unless you can find that lost ancient remedy from your Zylos."

Dr. Sterling’s tone was calm, yet she subtly glanced at Mrs. Smith,

"That’s not just any remedy, it’s a rare ancient one, effective yet intense, unbearable for ordinary people.

Later, a mystical doctor acquired and modified it, balancing the nourishment of the organs with precise old wound repair, the remedy mild, known as a medical treasure.

You’re the Governor’s wife, have you seen this remedy?"

Mrs. Smith was stunned, then as if awakened by the words "medical treasure," hurriedly reached into her pocket, pulling out a yellowed remedy, handing it to Dr. Sterling.

"Is this it? Found it in my son’s study a few days ago, I told him it wasn’t ordinary, the paper’s yellowed but not rotted! I just recalled, when the Governor was ambushed, blinded, that woman saved him with this remedy!"

Dr. Sterling held the remedy, her finger brushing against the familiar handwriting on the paper.

It was her mother Grace Parker’s handwriting, her heart clenched, causing a dull ache.

She forced down her emotions, keeping her voice calm, "There’s no issue with this remedy. The combination of ingredients and dosage is extremely meticulous, a slight error could be harmful. Back then, who used this remedy for the Governor?

To possess this modified ancient remedy and use it precisely, it couldn’t have been just anyone."

"Why ask so much, save him!" Mrs. Smith waved impatiently, stepping back to lean against the foot of the bed, though her gaze floated towards the corner of the wall, "Just a passerby, can’t remember too much, maybe a blind cat found a dead rat and stumbled upon the remedy."

"Passerby?"

Dr. Sterling raised her eyes, her gaze suddenly sharp under the brim of her hat, suddenly, there was a needle in her hand, which she stuck into Mrs. Smith’s wrist acupoint with gentle precision, her voice slow and deep, with penetrating hypnotic power.