"I'm sorry. I may have scared you a little, but there really was a problem with Lisa. She called this morning and said our dog might have accidentally swallowed a large amount of anti-inflammatory medicine. I hurried back, only to find out nothing was wrong."
"What exactly happened?" Ben Parker asked.
Oakes sighed, a trace of worry appearing between his brows. "You know Lisa had a small tumor before. Its nature was a little strange, so she was transferred to Presbyterian Hospital."
"But didn't she recover?"
"Yes. She recovered very well after the surgery, and with the healing potion, she was almost completely fine. We decided to leave the hospital."
"On the drive home, Lisa told me she needed to hurry home and give away the large amount of anti-inflammatory medicine she'd bought. Since she was better, she wouldn't need it anytime soon, and it might expire and go to waste. That medicine wasn't cheap."
"Oh, I forgot to mention, Lisa is the kind of person who's a little superstitious about antibiotics. She thinks every discomfort is caused by inflammation in the body, so whenever she feels unwell, she takes antibiotics first."
"She had a tumor in her uterus, so she definitely would have felt uncomfortable. Before going to the hospital, she probably bought a huge amount of anti-inflammatory medicine. But when we drove home, Lisa turned the whole house upside down for several hours and still couldn't find the medicine she'd bought."
"I was in a hurry to come back for my shift, so I didn't search with her. She kept looking all night, then called me crying in the morning, saying the dog might have eaten the anti-inflammatory medicine."
"I wasn't entirely sure either. She was in a bad mood during her hospitalization, so I brought both cats