"No way!" Windsor Myres gasped, eyes wide open, and said, "Your mom... the one who performed at this year’s Spring Festival Gala? And won an award? My God, I came across this in my arts knowledge fill-in-the-blank exam, it was about her name! I left it blank, and only found out the answer after the exam." "..." Camden River had no words to say. Windsor Myres jumped around him in frustration and continued, "I also know your dad, and even know what he looks like. My old man sometimes watches that ’Treasure Identification’ show, it’s pretty boring. People bring various fake antiques, and with a bang from a hammer, they just get smashed to bits." "..." Camden River still remained speechless and turned to glance at the quiet Mia Ginger. The two had already reached the school gate, Windsor Myres reached out and touched her forehead again, frowning even deeper. Camden River stopped, looked around, and pondered, "How about we go to a closer hospital? The clinics outside might not be open now, and I really don’t know where to find one." Windsor Myres sighed, "Let’s just grab a cab then." As soon as she finished speaking, she went to the roadside and hailed a taxi. Camden River sat in the front passenger seat, while she helped Mia Ginger into the back seat. Mia Ginger was still unconscious, her face and neck getting hotter, her eyes closed, and she mumbled, "Brother Jackson," suddenly tears streamed down her cheeks. People are often more emotional when they’re sick. It seemed she was burning up and dazed, who knows what she was thinking. Windsor Myres looked at her and suddenly got a bit angry, she said to the driver, "Sir, just go straight to the Fourth Hospital, no turns needed." "Huh?" Both the driver and Camden River were taken aback. "That’s quite far, at least an hour," the driver came back to his senses. "An hour is fine, we’ll pay you more," Windsor Myres leaned forward to glance at him, and said to Camden River, "She’s definitely going to need to be hospitalized in this condition, might as well go to Koa Jackson’s hospital, whether he wants to take care of her or not, he has to." "..." Camden River glanced at her and pressed his hand to his forehead. Windsor Myres had a habit of exaggerating, jumping to conclusions. Arguing with her was pointless, so he chose not to offer his opinion. It was nine in the morning. The taxi stopped at the entrance of the Fourth Hospital. Wednesday, the hospital entrance was already bustling early in the morning. The queue for registration in the hall formed a long S-shape, with no end in sight. Windsor Myres took one look and her headache started, she directly pulled at a doctor in a white coat nearby, asking, "Where’s Neurosurgery?" "Left side by the elevator, third floor, northwest direction, Area B," the doctor quickly replied. Windsor Myres thanked him and directly pushed Camden River’s arm towards the elevators. Soon, the two reached the neurosurgery department. It was early hours; not many patients had arrived yet. Too lazy to look around, she grabbed a nurse and asked, "Which office is Koa Jackson in?" "Dr. Jackson?" The nurse gave her a careful look and hesitantly pointed. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒·𝗇𝗲𝘁 Windsor Myres nodded and directly walked towards the indicated room. She knocked on the door twice rather rudely, and without waiting for a response, impatiently pushed it open. Koa Jackson turned around with a frown. He was still fastening the buttons on his white coat, paused in surprise, and looked up to see Mia Ginger on Camden River’s back. He quickly walked over and asked directly, "What’s wrong with her?" "It’s because of you," Windsor Myres snapped, glaring at him, "she fell sick, probably from overthinking and worrying, seems like she’s burning up and dazed." Koa Jackson ignored her, first took Mia Ginger into his arms. He touched her forehead and immediately carried her out the door. "Hey!" Windsor Myres quickly followed. Koa Jackson glanced back at her, saying calmly, "I’ll take care of her, you guys go back to class, thank you, and please help her ask for a leave." "..." Windsor Myres breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "Got it." She didn’t follow further. She and Camden River headed downstairs together. The two sat on the flower bed outside the outpatient building to rest. Windsor Myres yawned with her hand over her mouth, and unconsciously took out a cigarette. She held one between her lips. Just as she was about to light it with a lighter, Camden River suddenly held her wrist. "I had trouble sleeping last night, I’m a bit tired, I just want one cigarette," Windsor Myres gave him a look, inevitably recalling what just happened, she wasn’t annoyed, and tried to reason with him calmly. Camden River looked at her silently. His gaze was deep, clear, and bright, and for a moment, Windsor Myres was a bit dazed. It felt like she was doing something extremely degenerate, she sat awkwardly holding the cigarette in her mouth, before finally taking it out after a while. She smiled at Camden River. Camden River still remained silent, looking at the cigarette in her hand, for the first time, Windsor Myres felt the power of silence. This Camden River even made her feel a bit scared. She regretted it at once. She actually wanted to leave a good impression on him. But always ended up doing seemingly reckless things in front of him. Windsor Myres sighed exasperatedly, just as she was about to say something to lighten the mood, Camden River suddenly took the cigarette from her hand and put it back into her mouth. "I won’t smoke anymore," Windsor Myres quickly took the cigarette down, making a resolution. "Go ahead," Camden River placed the cigarette back at her lips once again, encouraging her to hold it. He took the lighter into his own hands. With a slight movement of his fingertips, the flame burst forth, and he handed it over to help Windsor Myres light her cigarette, saying calmly, "This is your last one in this lifetime, I’ll light it for you." As the cigarette lit, Windsor Myres looked at him, the cigarette in her mouth, unable to speak for a long time. Their gazes met, and her eyes slowly filled with tears. Windsor Myres bowed her head, silently smoking. She had never thought the process of smoking could be so agonizing, feeling as if it would never end. Finally, when she tossed it away, it felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted. Outside the outpatient building, people bustled about, each with hurried steps and faces full of worry. Windsow Myres stood there, watching Camden River still sitting on the flower bed, and suddenly smiled, saying, "Camden River, you really have a way." He’s really someone she could admire, with just one sentence, she was willing to give up smoking just like that. Camden River also looked at her, a faint smile curved his lips, he stood up, "Let’s go, back to school." He walked beside her, taking her hand in his.