Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 713 - 705: Family of Three (Part 6)
As the two were talking, they had already carried Mr. Charles back from the backyard, but they couldn’t find the doctor.
"The doctor took leave from Mr. Charles yesterday and won’t be back until tonight."
The housekeeper was anxiously pacing around.
Possibly due to a doctor’s instinct, Yiqing Xiang immediately walked over to the stretcher carrying Mr. Charles, glanced at him, moved forward, and reached out to flip Mr. Charles’s eyelid.
Mr. Charles’s two bodyguards immediately stepped forward defensively, grabbed his hand, and glared at him with a murderous look.
"He is a doctor."
Ji Anning didn’t know why she added that comment, and she regretted it as soon as she said it.
They should have let the old demon die; with his death, they would be free, and there would be no more troublesome matters after that.
Upon hearing Ji Anning’s words, Mr. Charles’s bodyguards relaxed their guard, let go of Yiqing’s hand, and he continued to reach forward, flipped Mr. Charles’s eyelid open, just a glance.
Then he withdrew his hand, turned his head, and asked the most anxious housekeeper, "Did he have breakfast?"
The housekeeper shook his head without hesitation, "No, Mr. Charles always eats at home after his workout."
Yiqing frowned upon hearing this, "Does he drink water?"
The housekeeper replied, "Mr. Charles drinks a bottle of juice every morning before he goes out."
Suddenly, a young maid who followed Mr. Charles said, "No, Mr. Charles didn’t drink his juice this morning."
As she spoke, she took out an unbranded red beverage from the bag she was carrying. Yiqing glanced at it and said lightly, "Low blood sugar, and very low at that."
"Yes, Mr. Charles has hypoglycemia," the housekeeper recalled as if realizing it for the first time, "but he has never passed out before."
Yiqing said leisurely, "That’s because he has good living habits and manages his nutrition well."
As he spoke, he glanced at Mr. Charles, who lay unconscious with his eyes closed, and a cold smile formed on his lips, "A bottle of high-sugar drink every morning to supplement the day’s sugar intake, how could he possibly faint."
The housekeeper, hearing this, felt there was some truth to his words, "Right, Mr. Charles has very good habits. But what do we do now?"
Seeing the bewildered expressions of those gathered around, Yiqing chuckled coldly in Chinese, "Ha, this old man, sick yet nobody in his house knows it."
Hearing Yiqing’s murmur, Ji Anning also commented softly in Chinese, "With his ego, how could he let others see him in such a disgraceful state of collapsing."
Really, Mr. Charles always presented himself in a polished and superior manner.
’Does Mr. Ji use the bathroom at home? Has he ever had diarrhea? Does he smack his lips when eating?’
Ji Anning suddenly remembered the absurd questions Jin Yuanyuan had once asked about Chicheng Ji.
Really, Mr. Charles sometimes felt very similar to her uncle; before people, he always appeared untouchable and bear no flaw other than his arrogance and rudeness...
Their weaknesses, mere mortals can’t capture, and they also... they both have hypoglycemia?
Right, her uncle also has hypoglycemia.
What a coincidence, Ji Anning’s gaze turned again to Mr. Charles; she then remembered that Mr. Charles’s current appearance, his complexion and lip color when fainting from low blood sugar, really looked very similar to Chicheng Ji’s during such moments.
