Take Control of Yourself, Please novel (Anna and Liam) novel Chapter 93

"Ms. Hamilton, I will now shine a medical torchlight into your eyes. Nod if you can sense the light."

Micheal took out his torchlight and shined it into Anna's eyes. "Can you sense that?"

Anna endured the blinding light and shook her head.

Micheal kept his torchlight and examined the corner o f her eyes again. He examined her eyes for an exceedingly long time...

The whole time, Anna felt as if her heart was hanging from a cliff. It thumped violently. Creases formed at the loose cuffs of her gown due to her forceful grip.

Liam was also starting to break out into cold sweat. His deep and puzzling eyes were fixed on Micheal.

Micheal did not even glance at Liam. He continued to examine Anna with his instruments and pressed a bunch of buttons on a keyboard.

Finally, Micheal was done. He stared at the test results in his hands and adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose. "From my observation, there’s nothing wrong with Ms. Hamilton’s eyes."

There was dead silence in the room...

Anna quickly inquired, "Dr. Hart, what do you mean? If there's nothing wrong with my eyes, why can't I see?"

Liam scoffed. "Anna Hamilton, you can't be playing tricks on us, right? What expert acting skills you have!"

Anna glared in the direction of Liam.

'Can this man stop going against me!’

Micheal turned to Anna. Her eyes were bright, yet they seemed hollow and unfocused. He lowered his voice and asked, "Ms. Hamilton, are you sure you can't see anything?”

Anna nodded persistently.

Micheal scratched his head. "Hmm, it's a little problematic then."

"What do you mean?" Liam questioned alarmedly.

"There’s nothing physically wrong with Ms.

Hamilton's eyes, but she has confirmed that she can't see a thing. That means that we are dealing with a post-traumatic stress disorder."

"What does that mean?" Anna secretly let out a sigh of relief.

"In layman's terms, Anna had suffered a severe injury t o her eyes. The eyes have nerves that connect directly to the brain, making the pain of an eye injury something no ordinary person can endure. Hence, Ms. Hamilton's brain activated a self-defense mechanism. And because of that, even though her lenses have healed, she still can’t see."

Micheal repeated the same explanation to the crowd

outside.

The specialists exchanged glances and nodded in agreement-mainly because they were afraid of Liam’s murderous glare. It would be wiser to follow the lead o f that self-proclaimed god.

Bryan and Chloe were both dumbfounded.

They could not understand a word he said.

"Then, how can Anna's condition be treated? What are her chances of recovery?" Bryan inquired anxiously.

Micheal glanced at him. "That would all depend on her! This is a psychological condition. If the patient can overcome this mental hurdle, they might regain their vision the very next day. If not... Ms. Hamilton, you should prepare yourself mentally. There’s only a fifty-fifty chance."

Anna's knees gave way. Nina quickly grabbed onto her. "Anna, don't be glum. There's still a fifty percent chance! You will definitely get better!"

Anna held her head low, concealing the confusion in her eyes.

She clearly saw the hesitation in Micheal’s eyes; there was even a hint of amusement.

Why did Micheal go along with Anna's plan?

Did Liam hint for him to so?

Anna stared at Liam from the corner of her eyes. He was silent the whole time.

Liam was sharp enough to notice her glare. He was calm and composed, yet his lips curled up into a sinister smile. He had the look of a strategizing mastermind who seemed to have the whole incident a t the palm of his hand.

At that moment, Anna felt as if something was poking at the soft part of her heart. A warm and sweet feeling swelled up in her chest.

She subtly took a few deep breaths to regain her composure. She raised her head and asked, "Dr. Hart, can I be discharged?”

Micheal shot a glance at Liam and grunted softly. "I suggest you rest here for the night. I'll arrange a full screening for you tomorrow morning."

Anna nodded. She gently tugged at Nina's shirt. "Nina, I'm tired.”