Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 738 The doctor explained that it was normal under the circumstances. Nick's body was still inflamed; his throat was congested, and after days without food, his energy and blood were severely depleted. He had almost no strength left. "My... companion..." Nick's lips quivered as if a thousand words were trapped in his throat. Ignoring the doctor's gentle admonitions, he forced himself to speak slowly toward Lucas. He remembered-the last person he had been with was Noah.

Noah had been injured too, and in the remnants of his consciousness, it was his voice encouraging him, urging him to keep going. Lucas froze, casting a glance at his assistant. When their team had rescued Nick, no one had mentioned there were others with him. The assistant looked innocent. Their mission had been simple: find Nick. Even if there had been others by his side, without explicit instructions, they wouldn't have been rescued. Moreover, Lucas had emphasized secrecy-bring back Nick, and only Nick. "I'm sorry. | didn't know there was another person with you.

My ---- team only rescued you," Lucas said evenly. He hadn't planned on rescuing anyone else. And given the circumstances, those who were with Nick might not even have been allies. Even if he personally went to save them, he would have only brought back Nick. Nick suddenly tensed, trying to prop himself up, but as he reached for support, his hands and arms refused to obey him. It was as if he had become paralyzed. Panic flickered across his eyes, and he gasped, a piercing pain tearing through his throat. "What's...

happening to me?" "What's wrong with him?" Lucas demanded, alarm flashing in his eyes. The medical team immediately rushed to examine Nick. Previously, they had only noted severe external injuries and some brain contusions or damage, but nothing indicated such serious nerve trauma Tests now revealed partial loss of sensation in both his hands and legs. At present, he struggled to control his movements. It was uncertain whether the function would gradually return-or if he would lose the ability to move permanently. "Am I...

paralyzed?" Nick's voice was hoarse, trembling with the beginnings of despair. ---- Lucas's expression darkened further. He turned to the doctors, voice sharp. "How is this possible? Isn't your team the best? Didn't you say he would be fine once he woke up?" "Were you previously injured?" one doctor asked cautiously in halting English. Nick nodded, veins standing out on his forehead as he gritted his teeth. "Yes... | had nerve injuries before." The air in the room froze. "Then that explains it," the doctor said, choosing words carefully as he glanced at Lucas.

"The nerve damage is more severe than we initially estimated. Temporary sensory and motor dysfunction is not uncommon in such cases. "This may be caused by post-traumatic swelling, localized compression, or temporary nerve 'shock.' We will conduct a full evaluation and use the best medication and rehabilitation protocols. There's a chance for recovery soon." Before Nick could speak, Lucas's voice cut sharply through the room. "A chance? Be clear-can he recover, or not?" The doctor hesitated. "We... cannot guarantee it." For an instant, Nick's world collapsed.

Hope slipped through his fingers like ice water. He felt as if he had fallen into endless ---- darkness, the final shred of optimism ripped away. "Nick, don't panic. The team I've brought is the best... they will find a way. You will recover soon." Lucas tried to comfort him, but Nick's gaze had gone completely dim. Even in the moments he had been trapped in a bus about to explode, he had never felt such despair. If he were to become paralyzed, unable to care for himself, life would be unbearable. He would rather die.