Give Alexandre a physical.

The chef was horrified. With a "thud", he dropped to his knees and cried out, "Young Mistress! I really had no idea. I... I..."

The grown - man was now sobbing like a child.

"Get up. I'm still alive, aren't I?" Alexandre Montfort said.

The chef stood up, sniffling, and looked at Claire Wentworth with a gaze full of grievance.

Claire was silent for a moment, then turned her head away, not looking at him.

"Did you purchase this seasoning yourself?"

"Yes." The chef told her the place where he bought the seasoning.

"Leo, go and investigate."

Leo responded and left quickly with the seasoning.

Butler Wilson removed the stir - fried celery and lily from the dining table and replaced it with a plate of home - style tofu.

Alexandre Montfort continued eating as if nothing had happened.

Claire picked up her chopsticks again, and the two ate in silence, not speaking to each other.

The braised lion's head was delicious, and the braised prawns in oil were also very tasty. Moreover, it seemed that Alexandre Montfort wasn't interested in these dishes.

Claire ate heartily with the white rice.

She didn't stop until she was almost stuffed. Then she put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth.

Just as she was about to persuade Alexandre Montfort to let her treat his illness, Alexandre Montfort suddenly took out a card and pushed it in front of her.

"Hmm?" Claire was stunned.

"Use this card for shopping in the future," Alexandre Montfort said.

Claire's face flushed. She realized that he knew about her not being able to pay for the shopping today.

However, their agreement didn't include him covering her expenses. So she pushed the card back.

"No need. I just forgot to bring my card today..."

"How could the third young mistress of The Montfort family not be able to pay the bill when she goes out?" he asked.

Claire was silent for a moment. Was he blaming her for embarrassing him?

"Besides, the acupuncture needles and medicine you bought are for me, right?"

That was true. Claire didn't decline any further. She reached out and took the card. "So, does Young Master Montfort agree to let me condition your body?"

Alexandre Montfort looked at her without speaking.

"Then can I see your medical records, Young Master Montfort?" Claire made a concession and put forward another request.

"Yes."

Claire heaved a sigh of relief. Being able to see the medical records was good. At least she could first figure out how long he could live at most.

After reaching an agreement, Claire got up and wanted to push Alexandre Montfort's wheelchair. But with a movement of his fingers, the wheelchair started moving on its own.

Claire was taken aback and then walked silently to his side.

After arriving at Alexandre Montfort's room, his medical records were already displayed on the virtual screen.

Claire frowned as she looked at them. The more she looked, the more puzzled she became.

"When was this film taken?"

"A week ago."

His condition a week ago was much better compared to now.

That is to say, the development of Alexandre Montfort's illness was much faster than normal. If it continued at this rate, he might really pass away in a month.

So, was it not Victoire Wentworth who caused his death in the previous life?

Claire turned to look at Leo.

"Can you carry Young Master Montfort to the bed? I have a question I want to verify."

Leo: "..."

Seeing that he didn't move, Claire thought he didn't dare to act without Alexandre Montfort's order. So she turned to look at Alexandre Montfort.

Then she saw that the wheelchair Alexandre Montfort was sitting in seemed to come to life. With a slight clicking sound, all parts of it began to transform. Soon, it unfolded completely and gently placed him on the bed.

Claire was stunned.

This wheelchair had such a function? Was it still a wheelchair?

It was more like a "wheelchair spirit"!

If this wheelchair could be put on the market, it would benefit so many patients.

"Like it?" Alexandre Montfort asked, seeing her eyes shining.

Claire nodded. "Yes, but why isn't it on the market?"

"Expensive!"

Hehe.

That made sense. No matter how good a product was, it had to be affordable for people to be marketable.

Claire took a reluctant look at the wheelchair and then suddenly asked,

"Since there is such technology, why not make a robot?"

Surely The Montfort family wasn't short of money?

"Make a robot to carry me around every day?"

Uh?

A picture of Alexandre Montfort being carried by a robot suddenly flashed through Claire's mind.

She quickly shook her head. "No, that won't do. The wheelchair is better. The wheelchair is better."

At least it was easier on the eyes.

Seeing that he was lying comfortably, Claire tore her eyes away from the wheelchair, composed herself, and then went over to hold his wrist.

Last time in the car, she had only made a hasty diagnosis.

This time, Claire was much more careful.

After more than ten minutes, she finally detected a faint breath.

Hidden among countless disordered breaths, although it was hard to detect, it was precisely because of its existence that the other breaths could never be organized.

As a result, they became more and more chaotic, ultimately affecting the body's functions.

But...

Claire furrowed her brows. Where did this breath come from?

"Young Master Montfort, apart from the impact injury to your lumbar spine, have you suffered any other injuries?"

"Where are you referring to?"

"The waist."

Alexandre Montfort thought for a moment and then replied, "No."

That was strange.

Claire focused again. The breath clearly came from the waist. If there was no injury, this gloomy breath shouldn't exist.

Leo, on the side, stared at her intently.

His body had unconsciously adjusted to the best offensive state.

He believed that as long as the young master showed the slightest sign of something wrong, he could subdue Claire Wentworth in one move.

After all, this woman, though nominally the young mistress, actually hid many secrets.

Leo didn't believe that a person could change their temperament overnight.

He had already regarded Claire Wentworth as a dangerous person in his heart.

Claire, unaware that she was considered a dangerous person in Leo's eyes, thought and said,

"There is a very strange breath. I think its existence has accelerated the deterioration of your body functions. But you said you haven't been injured in the waist. So where did it come from?"

"However, no matter how it came about, as long as this breath is dispelled, the body functions will return to normal. It may not be completely cured, but at least the rate of deterioration can be controlled."

"However, acupuncture is the only way to dispel it. So, Young Master Montfort, do you mind if I give you a few acupuncture treatments?"

"No way!"

Before Alexandre Montfort could speak, Leo preemptively said,

"Young Mistress, the young master has a dedicated medical team. All treatments are decided after consultations among numerous experts. We hope you can put your diagnosis in writing and submit it to the expert group for consultation before deciding on the next treatment steps."

Mainly, since they still didn't know whether she was an enemy or a friend, they couldn't let her just stick needles into the young master like this.

Claire glanced at Leo, then turned and bent down to look at Alexandre Montfort.

"Young Master Montfort, please believe that I won't harm you. Because I need you as my backer! At least until I avenge myself, I will be the one in the world who most hopes you can be safe and healthy."

Alexandre Montfort lay on the bed, looking into her eyes.

Those were a pair of clear eyes, filled with sincerity, kindness, and...