Evron Barness only felt that his brain was a bit overwheld, unable to process it all.
What is going on?
A flash of insight crossed his mind.
But the thought was too absurd, and he felt it was impossible!
He heard Hendrik Zachmann ntion it—Nathalie Quinlan was studying in Tsinghua University’s Traditional Chinese dicine Departnt.
But Nathalie Quinlan just entered college this year, a freshman.
His grandfather has known that Q for a long ti.
Counting back, when his grandfather ntioned Q, how old was Nathalie Quinlan?
Three years ago, Nathalie Quinlan was still in her first year of high school!
How could a high school student be the Q his grandfather referred to, soone more skilled than dostic authoritative experts?
Evron Barness only felt a chaos of thoughts in his mind, and he hadn’t had ti to sort them out.
The girl in a black sweater, wearing a black duckbill cap, had already walked up to him and stopped.
The girl was wrapped in the cold air brought in from outside, slightly raised her head, pulled the brim of her hat with her hand, revealing an excessively exquisite face.
A pair of jet-black eyes looked at him, asking succinctly, "Where is Mr. Yapiter?"
Evron Barness: "?"
Evron Barness: "!"
Nathalie Quinlan saw him standing there like a wooden stake, not responding for ages when she asked him, showing so impatience as she frowned. Her bright eyes, clear as black and white, suppressed irritation, and she asked him again, albeit kindly, "Did you send a ssage saying your grandfather’s high fever wouldn’t subside? Where is he?"
What the hell!
Hendrik Zachmann’s cousin is really Q?
Evron Barness pinched his palm hard, a sharp pain pierced through, making him inhale sharply. The cold air rushed into his head, making it buzz, and his vision regained a slight clarity: "My, my grandfather is in the intensive care unit."
"Got it." The girl nodded indicating she understood, bypassed him, and was about to head towards the ward.
Evron Barness finally managed to calm down a bit, watching as the girl’s hand was on the door, about to enter the ward.
His heart was like being fried in hot oil, restless and uneasy, he called out to the person about to go in, "Nathalie Quinlan."
The girl halted her steps, turned around, and glanced back with her beautiful dark eyes, seemingly unsure what he wanted.
Evron Barness’s own head was still buzzing, he didn’t even know why he called out to her.
Seeing the girl lift her eyes to look over at him.
He opened his mouth again, barely managing to ask, "Is the Q on my grandfather’s phone you?"
What Q?
Nathalie Quinlan didn’t know what he was talking about, her aura quite restrained, giving Evron Barness a glance, her gaze wild, "Uh, probably."
...Probably?
The Yapiter Family hadn’t even recovered from the shock, watching as a young girl opened the door to the intensive care unit.
In she went in the blink of an eye.
Mrs. Yapiter was the first to react, grabbing Evron Barness’s hand, "Jishen, the doctor you talked about was that girl just now?"
"She, isn’t she too young!"
The others had the sa thought.
They all assud the doctor Evron Barness ntioned was at least in their forties, otherwise where would the experience to save people co from?
But Nathalie Quinlan was too young.
None of them expected Nathalie Quinlan to be so young, excessively young, appearing sowhat unreliable~
Evron Barness himself was still in a daze, let alone able to explain to them.
Fretful and chaotic, he reassured his mother, barely saying, "Anyway, the City Hospital experts are all inside, let’s see what happens first!"
Don’t ask him, he didn’t know either.
After all, he couldn’t crack his head to think that his friend’s cousin, found by their family, was his grandfather’s very important friend, Q, this whole ti.
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