Chapter thirty eight-- her sickness

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Face contorted but still maintaining his cool presence Ariel said,

"Translation please?!" as he raise the results of Cassandra's various test analysis. The papers says a lot of medical and scientifical stuffs he doesn't even know how to pronounce or to spell with, let alone understand. The paper itself is a hopeless case giving every reader a massive epistaxis.

Ariel could really feel his head hurts and his nose starting to draw blood with his unfamiliarity of the words. He just then passed it to Jeremy who mirrored his own expression a while ago. The latter were obviously confused and coaxed too.

However, the good doctor were just observing them in a corner, waiting for all the confusion a little bit to subside.

"Can this be atleast in English?" Jeremy asked still leafing thru the pages with a crumbed forehead.

Dr. Rodriguez lips twitch and his lips form almost a smile, an expression his face could only pull up for Dr. Rodriguez was famed for his calm but authoritative almost stoic and always serious appearance. "It is already in English, I believe."

"Yeah. Medical and scientific English. .could atleast it be more uhm -- simple?" Ariel inserted with his usual cool and playful tone. He look into the doctor and give him a sheepish grin.

Cassandra almost giggle with Ariel's trick. He usually do that kind off thing when he wants to get what he wants or to persuade someone for something or maybe just to get a good air despite the bad things. Ariel seems to equate the blackness Jeremy emits.

Jeremy on the other hand give up his last hope on understanding the context. Besides whats the point of having an expert if his getting himself extremely drained in something so unknown to him? " This gives me mingraine." He protested as he put the paper down and sit at Cassandra's bed while he reach for her hand and gentle squeeze it.

Dr. Rodriguez just form a fast smile before it vanish away in split seconds you could even doubt if it even existed at first. But then again he wasn't really good on excersing his facial muscle, so everyone could let it slide besides the doctor had been sympathetic as possible to them and to Cassandra, and that they were grateful.

Leaning on the wall with his arms cross, Ariel was eagerly waiting for the doctor to translate the context. He was hiding his irritation with his smile and his usual cool temper. He just play the usual him despite the tingling fact of his want to know Cassandra's real situation and almost kicking out Emily's ungratefulness on his mind for a while. For now, she was forgotten and he didn't even bother to mention her name again.

Brainstormed and ready, the doctor speak in a calm baritone voice, "Uhm. Well. .the patient is having a complex muscle illness. Medical history shows that too strained, or even overly used and fatigued muscles can cause a lot of pains to its sufferer. As every cancer is, there is benign and malignant ones which were treated differently to each other. This kind of sickness actually may cohorts even to athletes and other physically driven types of person, the remedy usually includes surgery and tissue removal procedures."-- Jeremy grimaced with the thought of surgery and stuff. He hates needles piercing into Cattey's body like she was some doll or something, but then he can't really do something about it. --" there is also another form of series of evaluation. The passing rate of survivality is certainly atleast good in general."

Ariel caught the word as the Doctor trailled off, his ears almost clicked and tucked awaiting for the next big news.

"But the problem isn't just that. .Cassandra suffers both tissue deprivation and anemia. That explains why she usually bruised herself no matter how little exercsion she do. While the complexity of her muscles and tissue is the reason of her combustions and shaking and other involuntary muscle pains. The combined efforts of the two is as you guess as complex as it could be."

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