Shirley Fisher listened intently, her brow furrowed, not understanding what it had to do with her.
"And because your parents are medical professors, they received the drug samples for research before the medicine was introduced to the market. At that time, you happened to fall ill, and they brought the medicine home from the hospital to give you an intravenous drip. However, the careless drugstore manager mixed up the samples and the medicine, resulting in the injection of the drug with strong side effects into your body."
Zachary Armstrong took another puff of smoke, his gaze falling on Shirley Fisher.
Shirley Fisher was slightly stunned: "Was it the year when I was 18?"
"Yes."
Shirley Fisher remembered clearly that before the college entrance exam when she was eighteen, she fell seriously ill. Her parents used many medicines and methods to no avail, and she was tormented, feeling like she was dying.
