Don't Be Inconsistent

After only the two of them were left in the treatment room, London sat back on the side of the bed and tidied L's blanket. None of his actions escaped L's observasion.

"My uncle is preparing medicine for you. Hopefully, you'll get better in a few hours," he said while holding L's hand.

"Your uncle?" L frowned. She had met many doctors all her life, and there wasn't much they could do.

There were only two possibilities for her to fully recover, namely a heart transplant from a deceased human donor, or a synthetic heart transplant.

Until now, there hadn't been a suitable human donor and her ranking to obtain organs was still too low, while she still didn't dare to opt for a synthetic heart because there were still many controversies surrounding its safety.

L had worked hard to be where she was now, she didn't want to die just because of an unsafe artificial heart.

"My uncle is a medicine expert. You'll meet him later," London explained.