Chapter 327 Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

'Hypoglycemia?' Rachel was confused.

Celia always liked eating. She always said that she would rather die eating than die starving. It was hard to believe that she had hypoglycemia.

Rachel was restless while she sat and was about to stand up, but Jack pressed her shoulder to prevent her from standing.

She was surprised that Jack seemed to know exactly what to ask the attending doctor. "Does her hypoglycemia have anything to do with her diet?"

"It is probably from very low blood sugar that resulted from going on a diet to lose weight," the doctor replied with a frown. "What puzzles me, though, is why a good-looking girl like her has a very bad hygiene.

Don't worry about the rashes on her face. That's just skin allergy. You're her friends. Talk to her about maintaining proper hygiene. It doesn't matter how good your figure is. If you don't have good personal hygiene, then you'd still be unattractive to guys."

'What? Celia doesn't have a good personal hygiene?'

Rachel wondered to herself.

She doubted whether the patient that the doctor described was really Celia. 'Maybe it's a completely different girl who has the same name.'

They entered the ward and the sight that greeted them made Rachel gasp in surprise. They found it hard to believe that the girl who sat on the bed was really Celia.

Celia looked like she hadn't washed her hair, or anything else, in a very long time. Her hair was in large oily clumps and the rashes on her face made her look creepy. There was a strong pungent smell that wafted off her body. There was a faint smell of perfume, but it wasn't enough to completely mask the unpleasant smell.

"Celia! What happened to you?" Rachel exclaimed right away when she finally recognized Celia despite her wretched state.

Celia's face s

x of pizza and the box of cake in Bill's hands and asked, "Are those for me?"

"Of course!" Bill replied immediately.

"I went back to France two days ago, but when I heard that you injured your waist, I came back as soon as I could. Are you feeling better now?"

"I'm much better now. I'll be going back to work at the hospital in two days," Rachel replied optimistically.

She immediately opened the box of pizza. It was her favorite cheese pizza and it made her smile with glee.

She always had only takeout food during the past few days. Seeing her favorite pizza made her impatient to pick up a slice and put it into her mouth right away.

The satisfaction and happiness in her eyes made Bill smile as he raised his eyebrows in surprise. He never expected that she would be so eager to eat the pizza that he brought for her.

His eyes suddenly turned to one side of the house and happened to see a man's coat that was casually placed on an armchair. "Did Eric leave his coat?" he asked casually.

"No, it's Jack's," Rachel replied as she took another large bite at the pizza. Her reply sounded too casual for Bill.

His face darkened right away. He suddenly felt a little uneasy when he heard Rachel's reply.

There was a natural intimacy when Rachel spoke of Jack. He noticed that there was less resistance and rejection in her voice.

He sighed slightly and muttered, "I... I don't have a chance, do I?"

Unfortunately, his voice sounded unclear, and because Rachel was focused on the pizza in her hand, she was not able to understand what Bill said. She turned her head towards him and slightly leaned forward. "What did you say just now?" she asked.

"Nothing," Bill replied in an indifferent tone of voice as he withdrew.

Rachel immediately believed what he said.