Eula listened to Lance's words, secretly gritting her teeth and making a mental note about Deanna. In her view, it must have been Deanna who said something to Lance, prompting him to warn her.
"Alright, alright, I won't joke with Miss Jones anymore. Poor me, my good intentions were misunderstood," Eula lamented pitifully, as if speaking to Lance, but also seemingly to herself. "I thought since Miss Jones and I just met and aren't familiar with each other, I'd use jokes to lighten the mood. Otherwise, some guy who prioritizes romance over friendship might say I didn't take good care of her. But it seems it didn't work out. I should've done nothing instead. Forget it, I don't care anymore."
After saying this, she turned and left without caring about Lance's expression. Lance watched Eula's departing figure with a hint of helplessness on his face. But soon, he put the matter aside because Angelo had finished drawing blood.
"King, the test results will take another five hours."
"I know. Notify me as soon as the report is out," Lance instructed Angelo with a nod. Angelo then left with his team.
Lance returned to Deanna's side and noticed something unusual again. Despite his conversation with Eula and Angelo drawing blood, Deanna hadn't woken up. This was not right.
"Deanna, wake up," Lance gently shook Deanna, trying to wake her. However, no matter how many times he called her name, Deanna showed no reaction, just like the previous night.
Worried, Lance called Angelo and his team back for another check-up. After a thorough examination, Angelo frowned and said, "King, Miss Jones has no issues; she's just in a deep sleep."
"If she's just sleeping, why can't I wake her?" Lance was dissatisfied with Angelo's conclusion.
Angelo pondered for a few seconds and replied, "It might be related to the thing injected into Miss Jones's body last night."
Lance's heart sank. "So now we can only wait for her to wake up on her own?" he asked Angelo.
"I'm not sure, but we can wait and see," Angelo replied uncertainly.
With no other options, Lance accepted this explanation. He waved for Angelo to leave and stayed by Deanna's side alone. He sat there for five hours.
As the sun began to set outside, Deanna still hadn't woken up. Looking at the unconscious Deanna on the bed, Lance's face grew colder, exuding an intimidating aura.
At this moment, the butler suddenly appeared at the door and respectfully said, "King, a group of people is here to see you. They said their surname is Martinez."
"They're here for me. Let them in quickly," Lance said, standing up from his chair with a hint of excitement in his eyes.
The butler was momentarily stunned by Lance's unusual emotional display but quickly nodded and left to carry out the order. Lance followed him downstairs.
Soon, the butler led three people into the living room. Leading the group was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his early forties. He wore a dark gold robe reminiscent of a schoolteacher. His demeanor was gentle yet authoritative, giving an impression of someone not to be trifled with at first glance.
This man was Deanna's master, Gunner.
Gunner had met Lance before. Seeing only Lance in the living room, he frowned slightly and asked, "Where is Deanna?"
"Deanna has been in a deep sleep since this morning and hasn't woken up despite our efforts. I had doctors check her, but they found nothing wrong; she's just sleeping," Lance explained honestly.
Gunner's expression grew serious upon hearing this. He looked at Lance and said in a deep voice, "Take me to see Deanna."
Lance nodded and led Gunner to the room on the third floor. Upon entering, Gunner saw his disciple lying on the bed in a deep sleep and frowned even more.
Ancient medical art and traditional medicine share many diagnostic skills despite their different heritages. The most basic ones are observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking.
First, Gunner observed Deanna's face but saw no abnormalities. Her steady breathing indicated she was sleeping deeply and comfortably.
Gunner's eyes darkened as he sat beside Deanna and took her hand to feel her pulse. Lance stood nearby, watching intently.
The room was very quiet.
After a few minutes, Gunner released Deanna's hand with a grave expression. Lance had been watching his face closely and felt his heart tighten at this sight.
"Mr. Martinez, did you find anything?"
"Let me finish my examination first," Gunner replied without looking up. He then checked Deanna's eyelids and mouth, his frown deepening.
The reason was simple: he found no signs of poisoning in Deanna.
But if it wasn't poisoning, there was no explanation for Deanna's deep sleep.