Chapter 117-new doctor

Lucca pov

The atmosphere suddenly felt eerie.

"Don't say that, the driver might have been eaten already..."

"He's just clearing the road."

Vincent held me in his lap, and I could feel his strong body.

He looked thin and even delicate at times, but when he held me like this, with his arm supporting me, I could feel the hidden strength in his muscles.

Vincent gently put me back down and whispered in my ear, "Why can't I accompany you on a trip like this?"

"...Because it's a waste of time."

"If it's just about kangaroos, then it might indeed be a bit of a waste."

Vincent moved slowly, and I tried to push myself up. He watched me struggle, and when I was about to pull away, he pinched me, leaving me weak and falling back into his arms.

I protested, "Let go of me! Then open the window! I didn't come here for this!"

This could be done anywhere, but could you watch kangaroos anywhere?

Obviously not. So, watching kangaroos was more important.

"Sit tight..." Vincent held me firmly.

Just as I was nearing my limit, the front car door suddenly opened.

The driver's voice was loud, "I've cleared the stone, should we continue, my lord lycan?"

I clung to his collar, too angry to speak, and could only vent my frustration by biting his earlobe.

Vincent replied in a tight voice, "Continue."

The driver responded, "Yes."

Vincent pulled me away, looking at me with a half-smile. He mouthed something to me in a low voice, "You continue too."

...

When we got back, I slept for the entire afternoon.

The wildlife park was too vast, hot, and exhausting.

Apart from kangaroos, I hardly saw any animals with regional characteristics.

The windows of the car were closed during the latter part of the trip. On the way back, the driver was unusually excited, which made me even more frustrated.

"We can visit again when there's another opportunity," Vincent tried to console me.

"But there might not be another chance! What if the surgery fails when we get back, and I can never see again?" I was feeling down.

Vincent's expression also darkened, and he said, "It won't happen."

I remained gloomy.

They continued their journey, crossing several countries, but I no longer felt as joyful as before, as I sensed that death was gradually closing in.

Despite Vincent's efforts to comfort me, he didn't force me into doing anything.

During the trip, I saw whales for the first time. On the cruise ship, I even witnessed pods of dolphins swimming alongside.

I went through an underwater tunnel with enormous and beautiful jellyfish floating around. I visited an observatory that marked the prime meridian, watched an exciting baseball game, got a commemorative baseball bat, and received an autograph from my favorite player.

I also visited the homes of several authors and acquired a first edition of my favorite book for my collection.

Vincent was there with me every step of the way. Eventually, I came to believe that he wasn't just using this trip as an excuse to fulfill his official duties.

Just when we were about to go watch a bullfight, Vincent received a phone call informing him that the lead surgeon from his research institute had just arrived in Pack.

This surgeon was brought in from Eastern Europe and, while not necessarily the world's best, was certainly one of the top doctors.

"Do we need to return early?" I asked Vincent after listening to the call.

Those dreamlike days had passed in the blink of an eye.

Now, I needed to return to reality.

Vincent attempted to reassure me, saying, "It's okay; we can wait a bit longer."

"Let's go back," I said emotionlessly as I put on my clothes.

Vincent had to immediately arrange the return journey.

He glanced at the bucket list and the remaining activities he was supposed to do with Alice, which he had intentionally scheduled for later.

He didn't particularly want to see Alice. However, now that he unexpectedly had no time for those activities, he felt strangely uncomfortable.

They returned to their home country overnight. I went through a tired physical examination at the research institute, while Vincent had a meeting with the lead surgeon, Dr. Herlov.

Dr. Herlov was a tall middle-aged man with a head of gray-gold curly hair.

His eyes emitted an intense, cold aura.

Despite the long journey, there was no sign of fatigue on his face. He was accompanied by a female translator.

The female translator was taken aback when she saw Vincent, nearly fainting in surprise. When she signed the confidentiality agreement, she knew her client was a high-profile figure, but she never expected it to be a lycan.

Vincent paid her no mind and directly asked the doctor, "You're familiar with the patient's condition, correct?"

The translator quickly relayed the question.

"Yes," the doctor replied calmly, "I need to meet with the medical team. If there's nothing else, please do not disturb."

The translator stumbled through the interpretation and Vincent, unusually, didn't get angry. He gave a few casual instructions and left.

Soon, the translator finished her work and went home.

Dr. Herlov lifted his thick, ash-gray hair, revealing a thin, transparent material underneath, connected to his scalp. It was a meticulously crafted wig, and you could see the shaved roots inside, which were black.

After completing the medical examination, I looked around for Gloria but was informed by the researchers that Dr. Gloria had taken a leave due to health issues.

They suggested I contact Dr. Frank, who might have more information.

I quickly opened my email to compose a message to Dr. Frank. However, I noticed I had just received an email from Simon.

He hadn't contacted me for an entire month since the downtown explosion incident, and I had assumed he might have chosen to disappear. Yet, on the eve of my impending surgery, he had sent me an email.

"I'm sorry, I've been abroad for a while," the email began.

I couldn't help but let out a wry chuckle at the opening sentence, "Yes, there's no internet abroad."

I continued reading. Simon wrote, "While you were away, our legal team in the Republic of Pack successfully prevented a rogue deportation case. We were able to convince the jury that sending back that black-haired woman who had entered the country illegally could result in severe abuse, even death. Perhaps you haven't been following this, but if this case can set a legal precedent, it will provide us with more maneuvering room in helping rogues leave the country."

I swiftly replied, "I'm glad to hear about your achievements.

However, if you could explain the previous bombing incident, that would be even better."

Simon responded after a considerable delay, "Revolution comes at a cost."

I retorted, "Not at the expense of the innocent, but for us revolutionaries to bear.

And manipulating me into carrying out a suicide attack through deceit, how is that any different from the lycans depriving free will?"

It took Simon a long time to reply, "When can we meet?"

I replied, "Not this month; I have an important surgery."

After sending my last message, I placed my phone aside. Vincent had not appeared in the hospital room, and I felt incredibly lonely.

It was as if I had returned to the time before giving birth, feeling isolated and detached. My thoughts were confined to the hospital bed, unable to flow freely.

I yearned to do something or engage in conversation, to break free from this overwhelming sense of loneliness.