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Chapter 1600. Do I have amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS)?

Chapter 1600: 1600. Do I have amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS)?

The next second, her legs stiffened again, as if she was frozen in an instant by the sub-zero temperature, just like last time, her body continued on, and she fell due to inertia.

Right in front of her was the tea table, she wanted to avoid it, but her legs wouldn’t move, so she could only fall that way.

Even though she attempted to shield herself, her forehead still got cut from the corner of the tea table, and the coffee she was holding in her hand spilled all over her.

This time, the sensation of stiffness was more pronounced than before.

If she thought it was just her imagination last time, it wasn’t the case just now.

She really couldn’t move at all.

The pain in her forehead was severe, and the marble tea table made her a little dizzy from the impact.

But she couldn’t worry about anything else, and immediately tried to move her legs.

Just like last time, her legs could move again, and after a few tries, everything seemed normal. But that didn’t completely ease her concerns.

Her head was aching dizzily, but she didn’t pay much attention to it.

The secretary outside heard the commotion and came in, only to see her bleeding from her forehead, half-kneeling on the ground, soaked with coffee.

"President Qiao!"

The secretary hurriedly went over to help her up, "President Qiao, are you okay? Your forehead is cut and bleeding a lot. Let me take you to the hospital."

Qiaoxu nodded, her doubts grew deeper.

Before going out, she remembered that Xia Yumo was talking to her on the phone earlier and hurriedly called her back.

"Xuxu, what happened to you just now? I was scared to death when you didn’t answer my call."

Xia Yumo’s anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

Qiaoxu paused and tried to make her tone sound calmer, saying:

"It’s nothing, I just tripped and fell while walking, and my forehead got cut. You go ahead, I’ll go get my wound wrapped up and then I’ll come over."

"Are you okay? Is it serious?"

"It’s not serious. It’s just a scrape. I’ll be fine after treating the wound. Don’t worry about me."

Qiaoxu casually dealt with Xia Yumo’s questions before hanging up the phone.

Her forehead had hit the sharp corner of the marble tea table, and the impact was quite strong, making her feel a bit dazed at the moment.

The secretary, concerned, called Qiaoxu’s driver and asked him to wait downstairs.

Qiaoxu’s driver was specifically picked by Lu Moqing, and he also served as her bodyguard.

Seeing the secretary helping a disheveled and bloodied Qiaoxu, he quickly called Lu Moqing, reported the situation, then got out of the car to open the door for Qiaoxu.

The driver was skilled, and even during the rush hour, they arrived at the hospital in just fifteen minutes.

The doctor treated her wound and performed an electroencephalogram examination.

"You have a mild concussion. Go home and rest."

Since the doctor and Qiaoxu knew each other, he couldn’t help but say when he thought about her injury a few days ago:

"Are you going through a Mercury retrograde recently? You should hurry up and pray to the Bodhisattva to get rid of your bad luck. It’s only been a few days, and you’ve had two accidents."

Qiaoxu rubbed her forehead, thought about the two accidents, and asked the doctor:

"Do you think I have developed amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS)?"

The doctor was startled by her question, "What are you talking about? Didn’t you just have a check-up a few days ago? Weren’t the results all good?"

Qiaoxu frowned, and that was what she found strange.

Last time when she fell, because she didn’t pay attention, she didn’t think about the possibility of ALS.