Yigol Foster went to take a shower and change his clothes, during which Ave Carlisle entered Lucas's bedroom.
She looked at the plasma bag and then at the drip rate, saying, "About half an hour left. We'll have to continue tomorrow. This time you lost almost three quarters of your blood. If Yigol hadn't discovered it in time, you might have met the King of Hell."
Lucas, always carefree and unrestrained, now appeared somewhat shy. He said, "Dr. Carlisle, thank you."
"You," Ave Carlisle, feeling sorry for Lucas, sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her, asking, "Tell me honestly, what did you do?"
"Ah?"
"Girl, menstruation is no joke. If something goes wrong, it can be either a big deal or a minor issue. You've nearly lost your life, so what exactly did you do to treat yourself so poorly?"
Treat so poorly?
With a bitter smile, Lucas said, "Does drinking count?"
"Yes!"
"And taking ice baths?"