NovelEnglishHolding up the examination report, the doctor added, "I need to talk to you about the patient's test results.
Bryson nodded, turned around, and closed the door behind him as he left, the soft click echoing down the sterile hospital corridor.
Once they were far from the hospital room, the doctor stopped and faced Bryson, his expression grave.
"Mr.
Mitchell, we've conducted all the necessary tests.
However, we haven't identified the root cause of the patient's blindness.
We would recommend the patient stays in the hospital for further observation or get an appointment with a more specialized optician.
Bryson had anticipated this inconclusive outcome.
He sighed and took the report from the doctor's hand, a mix of frustration and determination brewing within him.
Just as he was about to leave, he turned back.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Besides her eyes, does she have any other health issues?" The doctor shook his head.
"You don't need to worry about that, Mr.
Mitchell.
Other than her eye condition, she's completely healthy.
"Alright, I understand," Bryson replied.
He returned to the hospital room, the report in his hand feeling like a lead weight.
Inside, the three people waiting looked up, their faces etched with anxiety and hope.
Grace was the first to speak, her voice trembling.
"Bryson, what did the doctor say? Can Hannah's eyesight be restored?" Bryson, holding the report tightly, walked over to Hannah.
He spoke gently but with a firm resolve.
"I'm going to discharge you today.
We're going to see Professor Campbell.
He might be able to help.
His words hung in the air, a quiet acknowledgment of the hospital's inability to diagnose or treat Hannah's condition.
The silence that followed was thick with unspoken fears.
Hannah chuckled softly, breaking the tension.
"I told you they wouldn't find anything, but you didn't believe me.
" "But..." Grace hesitated, her grip tightening on Hannah's hand.
"Do you think Professor Campbell can help you regain your vision?" "I don't know," Hannah replied.
Her calm demeanor masked the uncertainty she felt.
"I'm not hoping for a miracle.
I just want Saul to assess my condition.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"1 Bryson stepped forward and gently helped Hannah to her feet.
"Can you walk?" he asked, his concern evident.
He had considered carrying her out of the hospital, but he wanted to see if she could manage on her own. He respected her pride and didn't want to burden her with his worries.
"Of course.
"Hannah straightened, but she kept hold of Bryson's arm.
"Great.
" Bryson guided Hannah out of the room and glanced at Maloney.
"Can you and Dotson look after my sister?" Maloney waved a hand dismissively.
"Sure, we've got it covered.
As Bryson and Hannah walked out in silence, the hum of hospital om machinery and distant conversations faded.
They didn't speak until they reached the entrance, the cool air a welce contrast to the stuffy corridors.
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