Babel Novel
Chapter 116
Chapter 116
Chapter 116 We Need Him Alive
She had just stepped out of the elevator when she heard Jordan and Harvey bickering.
“That’s enough from you. Calling that true love? Which one of your exes didn’t you consider your true
love?”
“I’ve had enough of you myself. What does a lifelong bachelor like you know? And love at first sight?
Pfft. Sounds more like hoes before bros to me! I think you should be the one to give her up to me
instead!”
“Maybe you should ask my fists what they think about that!”
“Oh, getting serious here now, are we?”
“Damn straight we are!”
Unsure as to what the disagreement was about, Arielle intervened immediately upon seeing how close
they were to coming to blows. “We’re in a hospital, so what the heck do the both of you think you’re
doing?”
The two men were caught off guard and both appeared surprised when they turned and saw Arielle in
the lift lobby.
“What are you doing here, Arielle?” Harvey was first to approach, with Jordan close behind.
Arielle was about to speak when Vinson got in ahead of her. “I brought her over to take a look because
she said that she may have an idea for a treatment. If there’s nothing better for the two of you to do
here, quit messing around and just go home to sleep already.”
“Nah! We’re plenty busy, aren’t we, Harvey?” Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.
Jordan ignored him and turned to regard Arielle instead. “Are you able to address psychological
ailments?”
Arielle replied humbly, “I just happen to know a little about post-traumatic stress disorder, so I thought it
might be worth giving a shot. Which ward is the patient at?”
Carter pointed to the right. “This one.”
Arielle strode forth and went on inside.
Carter’s eyes dimmed as he watched her silhouette disappear beyond the door. He then pulled out his
phone to make a call.
“Where are you? Come up to the thirteenth floor and check on your patient right away.”
Vinson frowned when he cast his gaze upon Carter. “Who did you summon?”
“His attending doctor, Dr. Jankowitsch. It wasn’t easy for me to bring him in from overseas.”
Vinson have heard of that distinguished professional, a protege of the Wilhelms who themselves were
considered amongst the top psychologists in the world. This fact alone spoke volumes of the doctor’s
expertise.
However, that gave him a moment for pause.
“If Arielle’s already looking into it, then what are you getting Jankowitsch over here for?”
Carter shrugged. “What else. To have him oversee things and make sure that she doesn’t get the
patient killed! We’re clueless about her level of competency, so I don’t think you ought to place too
much trust in her just because she’s friend of yours. You know how important this fella is and why we
need him alive.”
Vinson appeared doubtful but made no comment before he made his way in with the others in tow.
Inside the ward, Arielle began examining the emaciated man lying on the bed using the Four
Diagnostic Methods based on ancient Chanaean medical traditions.
“Disorientation, sluggishness, disharmony and dredging imbalance in the liver, hyper-arousal,
palpitation and other symptoms… it does appear to be characteristic of post-traumatic stress disorder.”
The observing Harvey and Jordan clapped enthusiastically in approval. “Spot on, Ms. Moore! Bravo!”
“We couldn’t have known that you also possess such a talent. We’re mighty impressed!”
Carter twitched his lips as he did not think much of Arielle merely parroting what he had already said
about the patient’s condition.
At this moment, the door to the ward was pushed open.
“Dr. Jankowitsch!” Carter hailed the newcomer before he regarded Arielle. “This is the internationally
renowned Dr. Jankowitsch who studied under the illustrious Wilhelms.”
Arielle’s eyes widened when she heard name “the Wilhelms” mentioned, because they were her
adoptive parents.