Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 305 Mr. Chadwick handled everything, arranging for a private jet to fly them straight to Silverlake City.

By the tthey landed, dawn was already breaking on the second day.

The hospital had been notified in advance of their arrival.

Without delay, they went directly from the airport to the city's most prestigious private hospital.

While Julia was still unconscious, the medical team conducted a full examination.

They had expedited everything-most test results would be ready the sday, though a few lab reports would still take a couple of hours at best.

Julia was settled into a VIP suite for the tbeing.

She hadn't been in the room for long when she woke up.

The moment Julia saw the unfamiliar surroundings, she completely lost control.

As Briony tried to calm her, Julia bit down hard on her hand, leaving deep, bloody marks.

Julia sobbed and cried incoherently. No one could soothe her.

She didn't recognize anyone. Her eyes were wide with terror, filled with a fear of the world around her.

Dr. Teague, the psychiatrist, suggested administering a sedative.

Ferdinand's voice was firm. "She's already had anesthesia twice on the way here. No more sedatives. Her liver and kidneys aren't functioning well-she can't metabolize them." Dr. Teague protested, "But there's really no other option. For someone in her mental state, any more stress could be dangerous." "Lettry something," Ferdinand said, pulling out his phone and calling his assistant. "Gifford, bring up my acupuncture kit." "Acupuncture?" Dr. Teague eyed Ferdinand skeptically. "You think that'll work?" "It's worth a shot," Ferdinand replied, then turned to Briony, his gaze gentle. "Ms. Kensington, do you trust me?" Briony had never doubted Ferdinand's skills. If little Nina was thriving today, it was all thanks to him.

She nodded. "I've always trusted you, Mr. Ellsworth." Ferdinand's lips curved into a faint smile. "That's all the reassurance I need." Gifford entered, handing over the kit.

Ferdinand opened it up as Gifford lit a bottle of alcohol for sterilization.

"Hold Mrs. Hudson's head steady for me," Ferdinand instructed.

"Of course." Gifford went to the bedside, firmly holding Julia's head so she couldn't thrash.

Ferdinand drew out the fine needles, sterilized them, and with practiced precision, inserted them into targeted points on Julia's head.

Within a few needles, the tension in Julia's body visibly eased.

Ferdinand kept going.

After the eighth needle, Julia's eyelids fluttered shut.

Her heart rate slowed, her blood pressure began to normalize.

Dr. Teague stood nearby, stunned.

Gifford let go.

Julia looked as if she'd simply drifted off to sleep, her whole body relaxed.

"Leave the needles in for half an hour," Ferdinand said, packing up his kit. He turned to Briony. "I'll stay here and keep watch. You should go take care of your hand." Briony glanced down at her injury, realizing for the first thow badly her hand stung.

It wasn't too serious, but a human bite should definitely be cleaned and disinfected.

"Thank you, Mr. Ellsworth," she said.

Ferdinand gave her a warm smile. "No need for thanks among friends." Briony nodded and managed a small smile before stepping out of the room.

James was just coming back from a phone call.

He caught sight of her bandaged hand and blurted out, "Julia did that?" Briony nodded. "It's just a scratch. I'll get a nurse to look at it." "I'll cwith you," James insisted.

They went together to the nurses' station.

A nurse cleaned and disinfected Briony's hand, then applied sointment and wrapped it up.

Back in the corridor, James asked, "How's Julia now?" "Mr. Ellsworth did acupuncture. She's asleep for now." "That's a relief." James paused, then added, "I've already submitted all the evidence to the court, just like you wanted. We should hear something within a week." Briony nodded. "Good." James looked genuinely optimistic. "With proof of Stewart's affair and your four years of separation, even with all his influence, the court can't just sweep this under the rug." But Briony stayed silent.

She'd gathered every bit of evidence she could, and Mr. Chadwick had arranged for a top-notch attorney.

Still, Stewart's unbroken winning streak in court made it hard for her to feel hopeful.

By the afternoon, the lab reports were in.

There were no cancer cells in Julia's body.

Briony's first reaction was disbelief. Had there been a misdiagnosis? But the hospital was adamant-there was no mistake.

After all, Mr. Chadwick himself had called the hospital director, making it clear this was someone who needed special attention. The staff had been meticulous. But Julia had been diagnosed with leukemia, and at a late stage.

She'd survived jumping into the river and spent four years in a rundown facility in Ivywood. The fact that she Ivywooding was alive at all was a miracle. And now-no cancer at all? Could the original diagnosis have been wrong? The hospital had never encountered anything like this. They asked Briony if she could track down Julia's old medical records.

Briony immediately called Cedric Clarke.

Cedric was just as astonished when he heard the news.

An hour later, he found Julia's records and sent them over by email.

Briony borrowed a printer and brought the documents to the doctors.

A case conference was convened, with Ferdinand included.

The hospital's top specialists compared every line of Julia's past and current test results.