"Alright, alright!" Louis Cox interrupted her before she could finish, "I know you’re the best, I’m coming over right now, okay?" "That’s more like it." Ivy Cox laughed happily. "You’re truly my dear sister!" Louis Cox sighed and hung up the phone. Turning to the few people behind him, he said, "Let’s go." "Are we going back to Myres Mansion?" someone asked uncertainly. Louis Cox glanced at him, "Isn’t this obvious?!" "Hey." The man laughed heartily and quickly opened the back seat door for him. Louis Cox bent down and got in. Mia Ginger had received a slap, and it wouldn’t make a difference if he checked on her a little later. But his sister was different; overlooking her moods would take a long time, and it would require a good bit of coaxing and persuasion. Better to prioritize her for now. He furrowed his brow in thought, checked the time, and decided not to call Mia Ginger. Mia Ginger took leave and arrived early at the Fourth Hospital. Queued up to register. Charlotte Chester’s slap was too hard on her; she was painfully aware. Especially since it was so sudden. The sound echoed in her ears for days, refusing to disappear, with no sign of improvement. She had to sleep on her left side, feeling restless, and hadn’t slept well for several days. In class, she had to sit in the front row, and Windsor Myres expressed her disapproval, but with final exams approaching, Mia managed to brush it off with a couple of sentences. Lost in thought, Mia Ginger pulled her hat down a bit. Handing her ID to the window, she smiled and said, "ENT, specialist appointment." Thɪs chapter is updated by novel※fire.net "Hmm." Mia Ginger handed over some cash, took the registration slip, and turned to look at the department layout map in the lobby. Fourth floor, southeast corner, C area. Not on the same floor as Koa Jackson and the others, so she probably wouldn’t run into them. Mia Ginger breathed a sigh of relief and took the elevator upstairs. She waited in the hallway for a good forty minutes before seeing the doctor. After numerous tests were completed, she came out of the doctor’s office, and it was already almost eleven. She grasped the diagnosis slip, dazing out on the lobby’s waiting bench. Looking down at the added note "moderate ear nerve damage," she couldn’t come to her senses for a long time. Her hand holding the slip involuntarily trembled. After a while, she folded the diagnosis slip expressionlessly, then folded it again into a small piece, and stuffed it along with a large pile of medicine she had bought into her backpack. She stood up, pulled her hat down a bit more, covering her forehead and ears, leaving only her small face visible. Tightening her grip on the shopping bag, she took the elevator to the third floor. Soon she arrived outside Koa Jackson’s office. There were quite a few people, carrying CT scans and various test slips, going in and out, and the office door was half-open the entire time. She didn’t go in, leaning against the wall, watching Koa Jackson inside. Koa Jackson was mostly turned to the side, his eyes focused on the computer, his lips slightly moving, speaking calmly and looking extremely focused and serious. Mia Ginger gazed at his face with a kind of infatuation, her eyes drifting down to his clothes. He wore a white lab coat over his clothes, clean and white, slightly glaring. Watching him long enough made her eyes hurt, so she lowered her head and rubbed her eyes. Raising her head again, she met Koa Jackson’s surprised gaze. Koa Jackson visibly paused for a moment, said something to the man sitting by the desk, and then stood up to come out. Soon he was in front of her, puzzled, he asked, "Why didn’t you say you were coming over? No class?"