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After Katniss finished the acupuncture session, she didn't leave right away. She stood up and looked straight at Maximilian. "Maximilian, we can start the next phase of treatment next week. Starting tomorrow, you'll need to do half an hour of rehab training every day."

"This is gonna be tough, but you gotta stick with it," Katniss added.

Tough? To Maximilian, nothing ever seemed tough.

Katniss thought she might've been too vague, so she leaned in and whispered, "What I mean is, the meds and training might mess with your hormones, so for your health, you need to abstain."

She blinked awkwardly, hinting that he should avoid any intense sexual activity.

After a few seconds of silence, Maximilian looked at Katniss. "You should be worried about yourself."

Katniss's face turned bright red. In this situation, she was the one who was vulnerable! "Should we sleep in separate rooms for now?" Katniss asked cautiously.

Maximilian pressed his lips together, his gaze fixed on Katniss.

Katniss felt really guilty under his stare. She hesitated for a moment before awkwardly explaining, "It might not be a good idea. We just moved in together, and if we sleep in separate rooms, Samuel and Carlton might think our relationship isn't good."

Maximilian replied, "I'm glad you understand."

When Katniss came out of the study, she saw Emilio standing in the hallway. He nodded slightly in greeting when he saw her and then quickly went inside.

Katniss had only taken a few steps when she overheard Emilio's cold voice coming from the study, "Sir, our people are investigating. We will have results soon, and also..."

Instinctively, she paused, trying to hear more clearly, but she forced herself to walk away, realizing it was improper.

However, Katniss couldn't fall asleep when she lay in bed.

Was it the Boleyn family plotting against Maximilian again?

Katniss felt a surge of anger. Why were they so relentless? Even more persistent than the Manners family!

Throwing off the covers, Katniss got out of bed and pulled out her medical books to continue researching Maximilian's treatment.

She needed to heal Maximilian's leg quickly, to crush those people's hopes, and to ensure that Maximilian could solidify his leadership over both the Hamilton family and the Boleyn family!

Few people knew how determined Katniss was. She had a stubborn streak. She would overcome any difficulty without hesitation and never give up until she reached her goal!noveldrama

Time passed unnoticed, and the night deepened. Katniss scrutinized the comprehensive treatment plan she had partially crafted, her vision growing hazy.

When she checked the time, she was shocked to find it was already 2 AM. She tried to keep going a bit longer, but eventually, she succumbed to drowsiness, her head sinking onto the desk.

She didn't know how long had passed when she vaguely felt herself being lifted into a broad embrace.

Her nose tickled, prompting a gentle hum. The feeling of being suspended made her uncomfortable, so she instinctively grabbed onto something and adjusted her position to continue sleeping.

When Maximilian entered the room, he saw Katniss sleeping on the desk. His attention was entirely on her, not noticing the new treatment plan under her hand.

He gently picked her up, but as he laid her down, Katniss instinctively grasped his arm, turning over and inadvertently pulling him down beside her.

Maximilian lay beside her, his gaze deep and steady as he watched Katniss's peaceful, sleeping face. Did Katniss trust him that much, or did she just not see him as a regular guy?

Maximilian stifled a smile, got out of bed, sat in his wheelchair, and quietly wheeled himself back to the study.

When Katniss woke up, the clock read 7:30 AM. Remembering she had a class today, she quickly rushed to the bathroom to get ready and carefully put away last night's work in the drawer.

As she passed the study, she thought for a moment and knocked on the door. "Maximilian, are you still in there?" she asked.

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When she woke up, the other side of the bed was neat, as if no one had slept there. Could it be that Maximilian hadn't slept all night? Was his insomnia acting up again? No response.

Had he already gone to the office?

Katniss felt a bit worried. His insomnia should have been improving; why was it recurring?

Downstairs, after a hurried breakfast, she was driven to school by Conrad.

Thanks to Conrad's fast driving, she arrived at the classroom just as the bell rang.

As soon as Katniss entered the classroom, she received a few unfriendly glares. Ignoring them, she took her seat, unwilling to waste time on those who thrived on idle gossip and disparagement.

She started reviewing her books when suddenly, the chair next to her was pulled out, and a cold figure sat down.

Cecil gave her a cool glance, "I told Daryl about it."

Last time at the hospital consultation, Katniss had asked Cecil to remind Daryl about his sexual dysfunction.

Katniss continued flipping through her book, her reaction barely noticeable.

She had done what she needed to do. Whether Daryl chose to ignore his condition or seek treatment was now his decision.

At that moment, Daryl walked in.

He glanced at Katniss, his eyes flickering, and then casually sat down on her other side, pulling out a book from the drawer.

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After a quick look around to make sure no one was watching, he whispered, "Katniss, are you... um, how should I put it?"

Hearing him mumbling beside her, Katniss couldn't focus on her book anymore. She turned to look at him and couldn't help but tease, "Weren't you quite the talker before? Why are you stammering like a shy girl now?"

Daryl didn't take offense; instead, he looked more embarrassed.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Katniss, you can definitely cure me, right?"

Though phrased as a question, Daryl spoke with certainty.

He had discovered his sexual dysfunction during his teenage years. Too proud to tell

anyone, he secretly visited every related doctor but found no cure.

In desperation, he enrolled in medical school, determined to "save himself."

But his academic performance was abysmal.

With his masculinity and dignity nearly shattered, Katniss had readily diagnosed his condition. For the sake of his pride, he had to conceal any weakness.

After Cecil reminded him again and hearing about Katniss's impressive performance at the consultation, Daryl had no choice but to ask her for help.

Katniss eyed him skeptically, "Daryl, are you sure you want me to treat you?"

As a doctor, she didn't differentiate between male and female patients. Although she didn't like this group of people, Aurora's teachings forbade her from neglecting a patient's worsening condition.

Nonetheless, witnessing Daryl's discomfort, she doubted the treatment would proceed smoothly.

Daryl braced himself, his demeanor as though facing execution, "Yeah, I'm sure!"

Katniss found it amusing and was about to say something when Cecil, who had been listening, intervened icily, "Daryl, is there something wrong with your brain?"