You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1936: Turns Out He'S A Yandere

Chapter 1936: Turns Out He's a Yandere

Joyce glanced at Munin and thought to herself, "This man is quite handsome, and he turns out to be a

yandere. No wonder he always looks pale. It's not just because of the sea incident; he actually has a

congenital heart condition."

This revelation made her slightly lower her guard towards him.

Clint pretended to be unable to accept the news. "Are you sure you're talking about me? I have no

recollection at all. Could you be mistaken?" He pretended to touch his chest and said, "Since being

rescued, I have indeed been feeling uncomfortable. I occasionally experience shortness of breath and

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"No mistake, images don't lie," Jamie replied. "But don't worry too much. The doctor just explained it.

You had a surgery when you were young to address your heart problem. Now it's just a matter of

maintenance and avoiding triggers."

"That's right. I just checked, and the stent is intact. No need for any repair surgery," the doctor said,

taking out an iPad to prescribe medication. "I don't know what medications he has been taking before.

If you know the names of the drugs, please let me know."

Jamie shook their head, saying, "I don't know either."

Joyce added, "When we rescued him from the sea, he didn't have any medication with him. Perhaps he

had some, but it might have been lost at sea."

Clint looked at them and asked, "Do I need medication?"

The doctor connected their computer and prescribed the medication. "Yes, you do. I've prescribed

some medications for nourishing the myocardium. Also, due to the lung infection caused by falling into

the water, which led to a low-grade fever, I've prescribed some other medications to prevent the

infection from reaching your heart and causing myocarditis. Follow the dosage instructions, and I'll

have the pharmacy label them specifically."

Afterward, the doctor glanced at Jamie and said, "You should understand, so I won't go into details."

"No problem, I understand," Jamie nodded.

"Do I need to stay in the hospital for observation?" Joyce asked at this moment.

"No need. You can go home and rest," the doctor looked around. "I heard the patient's identity is

special and requires confidentiality. It's better to go back for safety. Hospitals have too many people

and prying eyes."

"Understood," Joyce instructed. "Today, we came for a medical examination and to assess his heart

condition. It must remain confidential. No leaks."

"Don't worry, I understand," the doctor promised.

"Thank you. You can go about your business now," Joyce waved her hand, signaling the doctor to

leave.

Then she instructed Jamie, "Go and pick up the medication. If there's anything you don't understand,

ask them right away. The pharmacy is on the second floor of the building behind here. We'll wait for you

at the front hall on the ground floor."

"Alright," Jamie turned and left to collect the medication.

Once Jamie was gone, Joyce waved her hand, summoning two nurses to bring over a temporary bed.

"Wait a minute, I can walk down by myself," Clint refused.

Saying that, he supported himself on the edge of the bed, planted his feet on the ground, and steadied

himself by holding onto the bed rail. Though his body swayed slightly, he stood firmly.

Joyce looked worried and asked, "Are you okay? Your body hasn't fully recovered yet. I can have

someone take you downstairs; it's not a problem."

"It's alright. I'm not that fragile," Clint's face stiffened. Throughout his life, his body had always been

weak. He didn't like others looking at him with pity, especially the hint of sympathy he saw in Joyce's

eyes just now. He couldn't bear it. After all, he was the esteemed Crown Prince of Rohomes. He didn't

need sympathy.

Avoiding her gaze, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

Joyce sensed that Munin was a little upset, and she could understand why. Men have their pride and

don't want to appear weak. She understood.

"Alright, if that's the case. Let's go downstairs together."

Joyce led Munin towards the elevator.

Unfortunately, just as they reached the elevator door, they came face to face with two elevator

maintenance workers.

"Sorry, there's a minor malfunction. We need to temporarily repair the elevator. It won't take long, just

half an hour," one of the maintenance workers apologized.

"Half an hour? Both elevators need to be repaired?" Joyce was taken aback. Although it wasn't a long

time, they couldn't wait as they needed to leave.

"That's right, there's a problem with the main control room. We estimate it will take at least twenty

minutes, for everyone's safety. If you're in a hurry, you can take the stairs. It's only five floors, not too

high. However, considering your pregnancy... Otherwise, if you wait a bit, we can quickly repair one of

the elevators for you to ride," the other maintenance worker suggested.

"I'll be fine," Joyce glanced at Munin. Although she was pregnant, climbing a few flights of stairs

wouldn't be a problem for her. She was concerned that Munin might not be able to handle it, especially

since he had fainted earlier in the morning.

Clint understood Joyce's thoughts and said directly, "Let's take the stairs."

"Alright, this way," Joyce pointed in the direction of the stairs.

Opening the fire door, Joyce prepared to descend the stairs.

Clint suddenly reached out to stop Joyce, "I'll go ahead, you're pregnant, be careful going down the

stairs."

Joyce was surprised that Munin, who appeared weak, was so considerate and thoughtful.

"Okay," she replied.

Clint looked back and smiled slightly. Although his face was pale, his smile was infectious.

With her growing belly, going down the stairs was indeed inconvenient.

Joyce held onto the stair railing with one hand and descended the stairs.

Clint occasionally looked back at her and asked with concern, "Do you need me to support you?"

Joyce smiled and shook her head, "No need."

As they were walking, on the turning platform from the 3rd floor to the 2nd floor, Joyce suddenly felt her

feet slip. She inwardly exclaimed in alarm. Oh no, the janitor just mopped the floor, making it wet and

slippery. Her flat shoes didn't have enough traction, and she had taken too big a step, causing her to

slide forward. She tried to grab the handrail but it was too far away. She was about to fall to the ground.

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The anticipated pain of hitting the ground did not come. Instead, there was a soft feeling underneath

her.

Strange?

And her shoulder had collided with his chest.

Instantly, his face became even paler. He covered his chest, and sweat the size of beans dripped from

his forehead.

"Thank you," Joyce quickly got up and thanked him, then nervously asked, "Did I hurt you? Are you

okay?"