Alice Smith's cheeks flushed a few shades deeper, yet she persisted in asking, "Did you come back for this?"
"Yeah, back then I was involved in the research of the medicines you were injected with. At least I know some of the ingredients, way better than those clueless doctors playing hit-or-miss."
At this thought, Alice Smith's gaze brightened a bit. Indeed, before she never knew how exactly she ended up with this strange illness. But now, remembering it, she recalled when Shirley Fisher once asked her if she had been injected with something.
Although she now remembered, she had no clue about it. If Zachary Armstrong could take a look, perhaps he could research a targeted medicine, as they say, prescribe the right medicine for the illness.
