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At one o’clock in the night, Aimee entered Patrick’s room again in the dark.
Just now, she had already started assembling the instruments in her room according to the drawings, but she encountered a problem.
There was a circuit. Although it was no problem assembling according to what she wrote down last night and the instrument could still function normally, Aimee found that a piece of data on this circuit was simply useless. No matter whether it was connected or not, there would be no any changes.
This made Aimee wonder if she had a memory error and remembered the wrong circuit location.
But it was impossible for her photographic memory to have such a deviation.
With the principle of figuring out what was going on in any case, Aimee came to Patrick’s room again.
Just like last night, Patrick slept very peacefully. She even heard his deep breathing, so she could tell that he was sleeping very soundly. It was even possible that he was having a sweet dream at the moment.
Aimee was also a little more courageous tonight, and after making sure that Patrick was in a deep sleep, she walked directly to the bed.
She looked down at Patrick’s sleeping face, pouted her lips, and muttered softly, “It’s such a pretty face. Why are you so infuriating and you still want to bully me? You wish.”
After she said that, Aimee raised her small fist, shook it in front of Patrick’s forehead, and said in a low voice, “You are lucky that you are a patient now. And I’m a kind doctor. Otherwise, I will beat you up.”
Thinking of the scene of Patrick being beaten and begging on the knees for mercy, Aimee burst out laughing.
She suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth, and stared at Patrick guiltily. Making sure he didn’t hear it, she quietly stepped back a few steps.
It was so dangerous that she got carried away for a while.
“Aimee, Aimee, don’t forget what the teacher told you.”
Aimee squeezed her fingers, adjusted her breathing, and then moved lightly to the side of the instruments.
This time, Aimee didn’t just observe the instruments with her eyes, but pressed the button directly.
What she was doing directly frightened Trace and others on the other side of the screen.
Everyone stood up abruptly, staring fixedly at Aimee, and someone even rushed to the door and raised their hands to hold the doorknob.
If it wasn’t for Trace’s timely gesture, they would have already rushed over to take down Aimee.
Someone couldn’t hold back anymore. “Trace, if you don’t do anything, Mr. Hayden will…”
Trace glanced sideways at the man, then looked at the screen again, watching Aimee’s next move.
These instruments had alarm systems on them. As soon as there was anything abnormal in Patrick’s body, the alarm would go off.
Trace was also hesitating, whether it would be too late for them to rush over when the alarm sounded.
However, Patrick told them before that no matter what Aimee did, as long as there was no instruction from him, they could not come out.
Patrick wanted to get hold of Aimee. And Trace knew that.
He couldn’t disregard his boss’ order and spoil his business just because he was worried about him.
All they could do now was wait.
However, the expected alarm didn’t go off, and Aimee didn’t do much. She just pressed a button on the instrument twice and left Patrick’s room.
Patrick opened his eyes, stared at the place where Aimee had been for a while, and then asked, “See what she did?”
Trace immediately replied, “Mr. Hayden, Miss Reed pressed a button twice.”
“Come here,” said Patrick.
Just in three seconds, Trace appeared in Patrick’s room.
Patrick asked him to press the button Aimee had pressed again, and found nothing abnormal.
Trace asked, “Mr. Hayden, do you want us to grab Miss Reed directly and ask her exactly what she is going to do?”
After he said that, Trace saw Patrick looking at him as if he was a fool.
Patrick said, “Then why don’t you just ask her when she will kill me?”
Trace had his head down immediately, realizing he’d made the dumbest suggestion ever.
If Aimee really wanted to harm Patrick, then if he did that, he would definitely scare her away.
Trace said, “Sorry, Mr. Hayden. I was being stupid.”
“Go back. You’re an eyesore,” said Patrick.
Trace immediately left the room, raised his hand and patted his forehead, feeling remorseful.
On the other hand, after Aimee returned to the room, she re-studied the mini-instrument.
As it turned out, she did remember the instrument and the wiring in Patrick’s room correctly.
Only that was the problem.
It was unscientific. No matter how she thought about such a precise instrument, there was a button that did not have any function at all.
After Aimee re-dismantled the circuit, studied it carefully for a long time, and came to the conclusion that the instrument had been tampered with. Someone wanted Patrick paralyzed in bed forever, and even these were used to treat Patrick. Because one of the functions of the instrument couldn’t be used, its effectiveness was greatly reduced, or even completely reversed. It was very likely that Patrick would be directly affected chronically, that his condition would gradually deteriorate, and that he would gradually die.
Aimee’s brows were furrowed. Although it was only her guess, she had a strong premonition that the probability of her guessing right was as high as 90%.
So, who could it be?
To make Patrick a high paraplegia, but also to use such a way to make Patrick die without anyone noticing.
Suddenly there was an eagerness to find the truth. Aimee didn’t want Patrick to die.
Perhaps, it was because Camdyn gave her so warm and precious family affection that she couldn’t bear to see such a gray-haired man lose his beloved grandson and suffer such pain.
For the first time, Aimee wanted to break the promise to her teacher. So strongly, she wanted to heal a person.
With this in mind, Aimee didn’t hesitate any longer.
She took out a notebook from her old suitcase and quickly flipped through the pages.
In Patrick’s case, she remembered that the teacher once cured a similar one.
As far as she knew, that person’s physical condition was not very good. After recovering, this patient was obsessed with various extreme sports until he was sixty or seventy years old.
Although Patrick’s condition was more serious than his, Aimee still believed that there was a possibility of recovery.
However, the first prerequisite for this was that she must first research the instrument to understand how to connect the circuit that had been passively manipulated.
Aimee had found the treatment method in the notebook given to her by her teacher, and she started to study the instruments again.
Finally, in broad daylight, Aimee tried out the correct connection method on herself.
However, her arm was shocked by a strong current, which made her left arm numb until she lost consciousness, and the skin where the magnetic sheet was attached was also electrified to purple color.