3 Chapter 001: Bad Qi_2

Fred Foster's eyes turned cold, "Chloe just woke up, she has no strength to hit anyone. Chloe, how did you get out of bed? Go back and lie down."

"You guys just spoil her. Xavier, let's go back to sleep upstairs." The Old Madam dropped the pliers and left, leading the youngster out, and also calling the man who had just come in to leave.

"Dad."

The young woman looked at Fred Foster with tearful eyes.

"When did Chloe wake up? Did she see a doctor yet?"

"She saw a doctor just before she woke up."

"Chloe, how do you feel?" Fred Foster looked at the silent Chloe Stephens.

Chloe looked at Fred Foster, her eyes cold and clear. That cold stare made Fred feel that something was strange about her granddaughter, and he secretly thought there might be some problem.

For generations, the Foster Family had been guarding a Spiritland in their hometown. In order to save his granddaughter from danger, he rushed there overnight.

"Nothing happened."

Chloe withdrew her gaze and sat back on the bed.

The posture was very upright.

Yvette Foster looked to Fred for help, "Dad."

"It seems that nothing is wrong with Chloe. Go back to sleep. We'll take her to the county hospital for a check-up tomorrow morning."

Fred carefully examined Chloe for a while before urging his daughter to go back to her room to sleep.

After soothing Chloe to lie down, Yvette waited for a while before leaving the room.

…

"Crackle!"

Thunder and lightning rumbled, and rain pattered against the glass window making a tap tap sound.

"Meow~"

A black cat transformed from a wisp of black smoke, landed lightly on the foot of the bed, curling up quietly.

Chloe sat up, her posture extremely straight.

She tried to circulate Qi.

Discovering that she only had a thread of true Qi left, her body felt cold as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.

As soon as Chloe opened her eyes.

The sky outside cleared, and someone was waiting outside the door.

The noise of people going up and down the stairs was loud; the children at home were in a hurry to go to school.

In the past, the Foster Family lived in the village. After Yvette married into the Stephens Family, the Foster Family followed the tide and moved to a five-story building in the county town.

The county town was large, and there were many students.

Chloe pushed open the window and could see both primary and middle school students walking towards one direction on the side of the street.

Both the primary and middle schools were built in the same campus area.

Looking up, she could also see the tall building of the hospital.

"Chloe," as the door the sound came, Yvette entered calling out, "You woke up, let's have breakfast, and then we'll take you to the hospital for a check-up."

…

County hospital.

"Chloe, don't be afraid, Mom is here to accompany you. We are just going to draw some blood."

Once they entered the hospital, Yvette was worried too.

She had known since her daughter's young age that she had a lower IQ than her peers, learned things slowly, and would behave differently from normal children.

Chloe looked at Yvette Foster with an expression of pity.

Fred Foster also accompanied them.

"Chloe, if you don't feel well, tell the doctor, okay?"

Not able to endure them treating her like an idiot, Chloe replied indifferently, "I know."

The original Chloe did indeed have some mental retardation; it was true.

But not the current Chloe.

In her eyes, Fred and Yvette were just immature children.

After giving blood and having scans, they still had to wait for the results.

Chloe knew very well that aside from being weak, there was nothing seriously wrong with her body.

The results came back, and all indicators were normal.

The doctor who took the inspection report was surnamed Gordon. Coincidentally, Doctor Gordon's son was in the same grade as Chloe.

And, he was the campus idol Chloe secretly liked.

This incident of campus violence involved this campus idol.

Doctor Gordon knew Chloe; he had seen her secretly following his son when he picked him up from school.

His son said that she was the last in the whole grade and had some problems with intelligence. Even the teacher couldn't teach her, and sometimes she would turn in a blank exam sheet.

Doctor Gordon looked through the inspection report and found that something was missing.

"Have you done a urine test?"

Fred was stunned, "My granddaughter just fell and, there's no need for a urine test, right?"

"Go and do a urine test." Doctor Gordon insisted on performing a urine test.

…

Three minutes later.

Chloe entered the public restroom holding the urine test items.

She looked inside and was stunned.

Chloe hesitated, and the person inside did the same.

In front of the urinal, a man was shirtless, dealing with a fundamental issue. His handsome face flashed with surprise for a moment.

The man was tall and had a slim figure.

An unconstrained smile appeared on his wickedly beautiful face, making him look like an evildoer. But that smile, combined with what he was doing, gave a feeling of encountering something perverted.

Bad luck!

Chloe wanted to turn around and leave the scene.

"Young Master Hawthorne!"

Someone from the outside rushed in, colliding into her.

Chloe retreated quickly.

With no choice, Len Hawthorne swiftly retracted and instinctively reached out to support the girl who had retreated.

Both of his large hands precisely grabbed her slender waist.

Such a thin waist!

Chloe raised her elbow and struck Len Hawthorne's chest.

Len Hawthorne subconsciously let go of his hand, avoiding her attack.

The person who entered the room had his mouth wide open in an "O" shape.

He closed his mouth and said, "Young Master Hawthorne, how desperate are you to be like this, even not letting go of the girl by the roadside."

Len Hawthorne who was forced to hold back his action glared at the person who came in, then turned to look at Chloe standing next to him.

Chloe frowned with annoyance.

With an evil and dangerous smile at the corner of Len's mouth, he asked, "Little girl, did you see clearly?"

Chloe stared at his face with a smile, like a beautiful demon, which was really a bad omen.

Indifferently, she responded, "Impressive."

"..."

The person who rushed into the room finally got over the shock and tried to hold in his laughter.

"Young Master Hawthorne, put on your clothes. Being a pervert in front of a little girl is really unacceptable."

Len Hawthorne pulled on the shirt handed to him.

His slightly long hair swung in front of his eyes, covering his narrow and sharp gaze.

Chloe walked out elegantly and turned left into the women's restroom.

"Young Master Hawthorne, this girl is interesting; she entered the wrong toilet but managed to change her course without showing any emotion. How does it feel to be seen naked?"

"Huh, the girl is quite interesting." Len Hawthorne rubbed his somewhat numb fingers, squinted his long, dark eyes, and said, "Just a bit young."