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Danrique hurriedly pulled her back and she was just about to struggle when he pinned her against the wall, “Listen

to me, listen to me.”

“Say what? What is there to say?” Francesca was agitated and angry, “You went out of your way to trick me back

here, just to get me to treat another woman? Who is this woman? Your mistress? Danrique you can do it, aren’t you

afraid that I will kill you!”

Danrique: “This is a ward, if you want to beat or scold, if you want to kill, go back to your room and do whatever

you want, but for now, will you hear me out first?”

“I won’t listen… I won’t listen.” Francesca was just about to get angry when she was covered by Danrique’s dead

mouth and her body was held down by him, then, he could speak quietly-

“The person on the hospital bed is called Charlotte, she is my aunt’s daughter, my own sister, she was victimized by

the Nacht Family, she has been poisoned, her life is at stake, I have hired other medical teams, all of them are

powerless, I have no choice but to go to you, only you can save her now!”

After a pause, Danrique added, “You know my aunt has been kind to me, she is the best person in this world to me,

she only has one daughter, I must save her, even if I have to use my life to do so. So, consider me begging you to

save her, as long as you save her, I’ll agree to any condition you ask!”

At this point, Danrique moved his hand away and looked at Francesca with apprehension.

Francesca gave him a fierce glare and didn’t scold and argue angrily like before, but just walked over to look at the

person on the hospital bed, felt her pulse, checked her eyes, and then took a closer look at her.

Finally, she turned back and asked Danrique, “What did you say her name was?”

“Charlotte.” Danrique replied, “But immediately changed her surname to Lindberg, if she survives, I want her to

regain her identity as a member of the Lindberg family.”

“Her father is Richard?” Francesca had actually recognised her, but still needed further confirmation.

“How do you know?” Danrique was a little surprised.

“Her father was kind to me.” Francesca’s gaze softened and her voice became much softer, “How could she be

your sister?”

“It’s a child born to my aunt and Richard.” Danrique explained, “I’ll explain the details to you later, take a look first,

can she still be saved?”

“It’s hard.” Francesca frowned, “She is now equivalent to a living dead person, it is very difficult to live, and even if

she survives, there will be after-effects.”

“She must live.” Danrique was very forceful, “She must live, this is what I owe my aunt.”

“I’ll try.” Francesca put on gloves, opened the needle bag, took the silver needle, stuck it into Charlotte’s neck, then

looked at the blood that came out, it was black and purple.

“This is big work.” Francesca said gruffly, “I want eight resourceful medical nurses as helpers, in addition, I’ll make a

list of herbs and medical equipment for me.”

“I’ll have someone arrange that right away.” Danrique instructed Sean, who immediately went to do so.

Francesca went through Charlotte’s examination and lab sheets and the files of her previous treatments again, and

immediately began to start the treatment.

She stayed in the medical room for three full days before coming out, in the middle of which she only went to the

bathroom and had a simple meal, resting for a total of three hours, the rest of the time was spent treating

Charlotte.

Three days later, she walked out of the medical room and collapsed straight to the floor.

“Francesca ……” Luckily, Danrique caught her in time and carried her back to her room.

He knew that she was too tired and exhausted.

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He was right next to her, propping his chin up and watching her quietly.

A year had passed and she seemed thinner, her hair longer and she seemed softer, only that windy nature was still

the same.