Shawn sat in the back seat, raising his hand to rub his temples. This time, he did not bring Fiona to the hospital and had the driver wait at the entrance while he went in alone.

"Mr. Wood, is your throat still bothering you?" the doctor greeted him politely.

"Yes, I've been coughing up blood."

"Has the medication not been effective?"

Shawn replied, "The coughing is less frequent, and my throat isn't as itchy, but there are still symptoms."

The doctor thought for a moment. "Shall we continue with the medication? Your condition can't be rushed; it needs slow, careful treatment. With the weather cooling down, it's easy to feel unwell and develop bronchitis."

Shawn's expression was indifferent. "I can continue with the medication, but I want to do more tests."

"Weren't the tests already done last time..."

"Do them again. And send the results abroad for diagnosis by respiratory specialists," Shawn insisted.

The doctor nodded. "Alright, I can arrange that, but sending them abroad w