Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 29 The Scent of Blood

Lela came in from the backyard, holding a bandage in her hand. As she looked up, she saw Sylvester sitting on the couch while Michael sat beside him. Sylvester's eyes were full of hostility.

Michael couldn't understand, "Could it be that The X Spirits want to quit? They don't want to take the job even at such a high price? Are they not interested anymore?" He couldn't figure out why Lady Phoenix wouldn't take the order. Could it be that difficult?

Feeling a gaze directed towards him, Sylvester looked up and saw Lela standing by the door to the backyard, innocently looking in their direction.

He leaned back in his seat and beckoned her with his hand.

"Lela, come here."

Lela obediently walked over.

Sylvester reached out and pulled her into his arms, asking, "Where did you go?" As soon as he spoke, he caught a whiff of blood.

Sylvester lowered his gaze, his eyes turning icy. He grabbed Lela's left hand and looked at the blood-soaked bandage. The crimson blood was still wet.

He took a deep breath.

"What happened?"

Lela sighed silently, realizing her mistake. She should have let Watson take away that bandage. Lela decided to switch to a more coquettish approach and threw the bloodied bandage away. She sought comfort.

She threw herself into Sylvester's arms, looking extremely aggrieved. Charlie came downstairs wearing his casual attire and witnessed this scene. Had this foolish pretty girl already developed such a relationship with his brother? He walked over to Michael and murmured, "What's going on? Is she my brother's girlfriend?"

The corners of Michael 's mouth twitched. How could he explain?

Michael shook his head and said, "Master Charlie, I don't really understand their relationship. You should ask Mr. Gomez."

He couldn't possibly say that this girl is a Mutant, right?

Seeing the little one look so aggrieved for the first time, Sylvester's heart ached a little. He asked gently, "Tell me, what happened?" A rare touch of tenderness in his tone.

Charlie's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He reached out and tugged at Michael, whispering, "My brother...is he really being gentle?"

What could he say?

So far, it seems that the boss is only gentle with Miss Lela. As for him, he is still fierce. Lela rubbed against his chest, raised her eyes, and then pointed to the backyard. Afraid that he wouldn't understand, she took his hand and led him towards the path.

Michael, the foolish one, wanted to follow but was stopped by Charlie. He raised his hand and hooked arms with Michael acting like they were good buddies. "Michael, I've been lying down for too long these days. Come with me and stretch our muscles."

"But, sir..."

"That has nothing to do with you, "Charlie looked down on him. Didn't he see that his brother was showing affection right now? What does he have to do with it? But Michael was here to protect the boss!

Lela pulled Sylvester to the spot in the backyard where she had just been standing with Doctor Watson. Along the pathway, there was a stone embedded, about the size of a cooking pot, but it was covered by overgrown grass. If you walked quickly, you wouldn't see it and could stumble.

She pointed to the stone, then to a spot on the ground about a meter in front of it, and finally at her own hand.

Sylvester looked towards the spot on the ground a meter in front of the stone. A sharper stone there was dripping with fresh red blood, some of it falling on the leaves, the blood still not coagulated.

Thinking about the gestures Lela had just shown him, he quickly sorted through what happened. "Did you trip over this stone and then hit the sharp rock?" That must have hurt a lot.

Lela nodded, pointed to the area where she was injured, and waved her hand, indicating that she wasn't in pain.

Seeing her obedient appearance, Sylvester felt even more pity for her and pulled Lela into his arms. "Are you really not in pain?"

Lela shook her head. Really not in pain. After enduring so much torture before, she had long been immune to this kind of pain. "Silly girl." Listening to Sylvester's remorseful tone, Lela fell silent.

Sylvester, have you also fallen in love with me? Just as I have already fallen for you.

That day, work began in the backyard of the Gomez' villa. The large stone was moved, and the entire staff removed the sharp stones from the front and backyard.

The butler was scolded separately, as he was the one supervising the entire construction around the villa. Lela sat on the couch, her big eyes filled with guilt.

Um, I'm sorry, Mr. Butler. The blood stain was indeed caused by me cutting my wrist, and I made up the lie to protect myself.

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In Elvis's garden, Rachel prepared the ingredients in the kitchen and put them into the soup pot. As soon as she came out, she saw that Watson had arrived at the door. "Doctor Watson," Rachel exclaimed in astonishment, "Why are you here?"

Watson straightened his crooked tie and walked in with a bag on his back. "Rachel, this old man will be leaving today. I noticed that you looked a little pale earlier today, and because I received such generous gratitude from the Gomez, I thought I should come and check on your health before leaving."

Rachel smiled, thinking that Doctor Watson truly lived up to his reputation as a renowned traditional medicine doctor. Just by looking at her complexion, he could tell that something was wrong. "Thank you, Doctor Watson," she said, then turned to the maid nearby, "Carrie, quickly brew some tea for the doctor and bring it over."

Carrie nodded and went to make the tea.

Rachel waited until Watson sat down before taking her own seat. "To be honest, I have been feeling a little unwell recently. My body aches have become more severe, and sometimes I even experience inexplicable palpitations. I hadn't had the chance to go to the hospital yet, and here you are."

Listening attentively, Watson looked at Rachel and said, "Rachel, extend your hand, and I'll take your pulse."

Chapter 30 A Bloody Potion

Rachel was astonished, "Doctor Watson you can actually take pulses?"

Wasn't Doctor Watson a renowned Western doctor? He was hailed as a master of cardiology. Since when did he learn traditional medicine and pulse diagnosis?

Doctor Watson chuckled awkwardly, "Um, well... I have been studying it for quite a long time." It was true, but in reality, he still had no clue.

Rachel continued praising him in her mind. He truly deserved to be called a hero of Pliar, with his reputation and yet acting so modestly. Having such an experienced man of medicine in Pliar was truly a treasure.

Doctor Watson pretended to carefully examine Rachel's pulse, occasionally furrowing his brows, which terrified Rachel, fearing that something might be wrong with the baby inside her belly.

After about ten minutes, Doctor Watson finally withdrew his hand.

Pulse diagnosis in traditional Chinese medicine relied on carefulness and patience. Sometimes, it took over half an hour to make a diagnosis through pulse examination. By only taking ten minutes, he not only demonstrated his attentiveness and patience but also showcased his profound knowledge in traditional medicine.

He had his own pride, after all. Even if he wasn't proficient in traditional medicine, he still wanted to appear extraordinary.

The Divine Doctor, Watson.

Inquisitively, Rachel asked with a trembling voice, "Doctor Watson, how is my health? Is the baby okay?"

Doctor Watson rubbed his small beard and straightened it before suddenly looking at Rachel with a serious gaze.

"Rachel, these are symptoms of poisoning. Have you been experiencing dizziness, fatigue, excessive sleepiness, inability to open your eyes, or confusion these past few days? Have you also had symptoms like nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, and occasional irregular heartbeat and rapid breathing at night?"

Hearing this, Rachel was taken aback, recalling everything that had happened in the past few days. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. She did experience all these symptoms, thinking they were just normal during the middle stage of pregnancy, not realizing they were due to poisoning.

But who would want to poison her? Who could want to harm her and her baby?

Watson didn't deduce any of this by just taking her pulse; he made his inference by observing her pulse and facial complexion then combining it with known medical cases. He didn't expect that Rachel would exhibit every symptom. This was not a good sign.

"Doctor Watson," Rachel's nerves were already at their breaking point, but as the wife of a Gomez, she quickly composed herself, "Please, Doctor Watson, lend a hand."

Doctor Watson sighed lightly, no longer as nonchalant as before. He turned to the side and retrieved a vial of fresh blood from his backpack, handing it to Rachel. Rachel looked at the tube of red liquid, her heart pounding nervously. "Doctor Watson, what is this?"

Why did it look so much like blood?

Doctor Watson stared at the vial of blood for a while before contemplating, "Rachel, this is a potion I developed in my research institute. It can cure any poison and is harmless to pregnant women. If you trust me, Rachel, then drink it." Due to the incident with Doctor Johnson, Rachel hesitated for a moment. But after considering Doctor Watson's reputation, his dedication to Charlie all these days, and the fact that Sylvester had invited him, she quickly relented. She might not trust Doctor Watson, but she at least trusted Sylvester. Rachel glanced at Doctor Watson, reached out and took the potion, then opened it and drank it all in one breath.

Her stomach churned, and the strong smell of blood almost made her vomit. She covered her belly and looked up at Doctor Watson, her beautiful face tensed. "Doctor Watson, why does this smell like blood?"

She had never consumed such a horrifying and gory medicine before.

Doctor Watson watched as Rachel drank it, feeling an overwhelming mix of emotions. He raised his eyes and muttered, "Because it is. It's made with golden blood."

This is Lady Phoenix's fresh blood, and she is currently the only person in the world with such unique blood.

In Doctor Watson's eyes, Lady Phoenix's blood was not a panacea, but a precious treasure.

With his words having a double meaning, Rachel naturally assumed that golden blood was the result of Doctor Watson's many years of research. She glanced apologetically at Doctor Watson, even sticking out her tongue to lick her lips. Hmm, it must not be wasted.

Watching Rachel 's actions, Doctor Watson couldn't help but sigh. It was rare to find a daughter-in-law like Rachel in a prominent family. Rachel smacked her lips a couple of times and revealed a delighted expression.

"Doctor Watson, this potion of yours is truly magical. It tastes bloody at first, but with a lingering sweetness and a hint of fragrance."

It was remarkable.

In his research institute, he secretly tasted a bit of Lady Phoenix's blood and it indeed had a wonderful taste, so he knew of what Rachel spoke. Afterward, his inexplicable trembling condition had miraculously improved. Watson snapped out of his thoughts, looked at Rachel solemnly and earnestly said, "Rachel, this matter is not resolved. Be careful of those around you."

Rachel also became serious. "Doctor Watson, I know that now. Thank you for bringing it to my attention."

This matter was indeed too suspicious. It seemed that she needed to change the people around her.

"And be cautious of what you eat, as many illnesses enter through the mouth."

"Understood." Rachel touched her belly." I wonder if our baby is a boy or a girl." Such a young child already had to endure this dark world of power struggles. "Doctor Watson, I heard that traditional medicine can determine the gender through pulse diagnosis. Can you tell me?"

Doctor Watson's heart skipped a beat. How could he know the gender of the little one? He was not knowledgeable in traditional medicine, nor did he have X-ray vision.

Was he supposed to be an ultrasound machine?

But Rachel looked at him with hope in her eyes.

At that moment, his phone vibrated. Doctor Watson took it out and saw a text message signed by Lady Phoenix.

The message consisted of only two words: A girl.

Watson took a deep breath. Lady Phoenix was truly extraordinary.

She was able to guess that Rachel might ask about the baby's gender. And she even timed it perfectly.

Doctor Watson snapped back to reality and put his phone in his pocket. "Congratulations, Rachel. There's a little princess in your belly."

"A girl?" Rachel 's face filled with joy. She had always dreamed of having a daughter.

Doctor Watson was surprised. In wealthy families, they usually prefer boys, but Rachel seemed genuinely happy about having a baby girl.

Rachel stood up from her seat and said, "Doctor Watson, please wait a moment."

She quickly went upstairs and came back with a red envelope, which she stuffed into Doctor Watson's pocket.

"Doctor Watson, please accept this as a token of my gratitude," she said.

Money that is handed to you shouldn't be refused, so Doctor Watson happily accepted it.

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