You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1761: Far In The Distance, Close At Hand

Chapter 1761: Far in the Distance, Close atHand

After leaving, Joyce sat in the passenger seat.

Darrin drove, heading towards the Warner residence.

Along the way, Joyce looked out the window in silence. The dark nightheld no scenery, with even the neon lights appearing dim and thestreetlights scattered in the distance.

Lost in thought, Joyce suddenly felt a warmth on her cheeks.

She reached up and realized that tears were streaming down her face.Even though Darrin was driving beside her, she no longer wanted tosuppress her emotions. She silently looked out the window, continuingto space out as tears continued to fall.

Darrin glanced at Joyce's unusual state from the corner of his eye. Hisbreath hitched. He knew why she was upset-besides Luther'sunresolved poisoning, she must be more concerned about herdaughter, whom she had never met. In their conversation earlier, helearned that there might be a detonator implanted in Alisha's body.Even he felt furious about such a heinous act towards a young childwith fragile health. Not to mention how much it must be hurting Joyce.Even though Darrin was driving beside her, she no longer wanted tosuppress her emotions. She silently looked out the window, continuingto space out as tears continued to fall.

Darrin slowed down the car and eventually parked by the roadside.After a while, Joyce finally eased her emotions. She moved and sat upstraight.

Darrin thoughtfully handed her a tissue.

Joyce took it without saying anything and gently wiped the corners ofher eyes. After venting, she started to feel better.

Darrin spoke softly, “Madam, even though we're facing difficulties,nothing is more important than knowing that Alisha is still alive. That'sthe best news. As long as she's alive, there's hope. We will definitelyrescue her."

Joyce nodded softly.

She glanced at the time on her wrist and suddenly said, “Let's not gohome. Let's go directly to Reuben.”

Darrin was taken aback. "It's almost midnight. I thought of taking youhome to rest and contacting him early tomorrow."

"l don't want to wait another minute. The sooner we replace the anesthesia,the more hope we have," Joyce took out her phone. "I'll message himnow. He's a night owl; he should still be awake."

She typed into her phone, “I'm coming to replace you. I'll be there in fortyminutes."

Sure enough, Reuben quickly replied, "No problem."

Joyce told Darrin, "He said it's fine. Let's go now.”

"Alright," Darrin quickly started the car, turned it around, and headedtowards the Bryant family's villa.

Forty minutes later, Darrin and Joyce arrived at the Bryant family's villaon time.

Reuben wore a white jacket and personally stood at the entrance,waiting for Joyce. When he saw Joyce get out of the car, he walked upto her. "You've come to replace me so late; it must be something important.Come, let's go inside and talk."

"Okay," Joyce nodded.

She followed Reuben into the villa's living room, while Darrin parkedthe car and followed behind.

Reuben cautiously observed Joyce, keenly noticing the slight puffinessaround her eyes and the traces of tears on her cheeks. He was takenaback-she had actually been crying? He had never seen her cry before,and it was hard to imagine such a strong woman shedding tears.

Just seeing the remnants of tears tugged at his heart.

"Have a seat first. I'll pour you a cup of hot tea.” Reuben turned toprepare the tea. "It's cold outside, so have a cup of hot tea to warmyourself up. It's matcha that I brought from Rohomes; it's fragrant andrefreshing.”

Joyce stopped him by raising her hand. “No need. I'm not thirsty. I havesomething to say."

Reuben turned back towards her. He took off his white jacket anddraped it over Joyce's shoulders. "Alright, go ahead.”

Then, he sat down not far from Joyce, his actions appearing natural.When Darrin entered, he saw this scene. He furrowed his brow slightly.Reuben seemed to be overstepping his bounds. Perhaps Reubenhimself hadn't realized it, but his care had become such a natural habitthat the nature of that care was slowly changing.

“I need a new type of anesthesia that can precisely induceunconsciousness within one minute. This anesthesia is said to beproprietary to the Rohomes royal family, and others cannot obtain it. Inot only need the anesthesia itself, but also an anesthesiologist whocan use it and someone trustworthy,” Joyce got straight to the point,directly stating her intentions.

After listening, Reuben smiled slightly. "I thought you had somethingincredibly difficult to askme, rushing to replace me so late at night. It mademe uncertain, afraid that I might not be capable enough to help you.But it turns out it's a small matter.”

Joyce's voice couldn't help but become excited. "Really? You can getit? Not just the anesthesia, but also someone who knows how to use itand can be trusted?"

Reuben nodded. "Yes, I can obtain this anesthesia. I'll contactRohomes and have one of my subordinates deliver it. It's not a difficulttask."

Joyce suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Even Darrin showed a hint of relief.

"But do your subordinates know how to use the anesthesia? Thedosage? The technique? We need a skilled anesthesiologist since thepatient is a four-year-old girl, and there can be no mistakes." Joyce stillhad concerns. "Anesthesia may seem simple, but it's not easy. A smallerror could have dire consequences. I don't know where to replacesomeone like that; I have no leads.”

Reuben listened attentively, his heart full of sympathy for her pastpainful experiences.

He said clearly, word by word, “Far in the distance, close at hand.”"Huh?" Joyce blinked her long eyelashes, looking at Reuben withconfusion, not understanding what he meant.

Reuben pretended to furrow his brow, running his hand through hissilver hair, his captivating eyes even more alluring.

"Oh, I didn't mention it before? I'm actually a medical doctor. I have abachelor's, master's, and doctoral degree. I've studied for so manyyears, it almost killed me."

Joyce, "..."

Darrin, "..."

"Why, did I really not mention it before?" Reuben asked exaggeratedly,his expression suggesting surprise.

Joyce shook her head. She never expected that Reuben had studiedmedicine. His comment about being far in the distance and close athand-could he be referring to himself? Could he use anesthesia?