Chapter 147

Mable knew Blair did not have sleeping problems and had never taken sleep aids. Blair glanced at the medicine bottle in her hand. “I haven’t been sleeping well these past two days, so I asked the doctor to prescribe me some sleeping pills.” The doctor, who had just bandaged his wound, nodded. “Mm, Master Blair hasn’t been sleeping very well these past two days.” Mable nodded and sat on the edge of the bed after the doctor left. “Give me your hand. I’ll take your pulse.” Blair stared at her serious face and smiled faintly. “Mabes, I like it when you care about me.” “Can you be serious?” Mable directly grabbed his left hand. She could not be at ease until she took his pulse. Blair stared at Mable’s fingers on his wrist and frowned slightly. His poisoning probably could not be detected by taking his pulse. Mable took his pulse and found that his breathing was very disorganized and that he lost a lot of blood. “Did the injury on your arm injust a large blood vessel?