Chapter 939

Walking over to Serena and defying Bianca’s threats and insults had drained every ounce of courage Caleb possessed.

Now, his entire body felt weak and hollowed out.

His breathing was labored, and his hands instinctively braced against Serena’s desk to keep himself upright.

“Caleb p>

Serena suddenly spoke, hooking a nearby chair with her foot and pulling it over. “Sit p>

Looking a bit nervous, Caleb pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and slowly lowered himself into the chair.

“Lately, have you been experiencing palpitations and night sweats p>

Serena stared intently at his face. “Especially waking up right at two or three in the morning, feeling like your heart is going to pound out of your chest p>

Caleb froze, instinctively raising a hand to touch his face. “Is… is my complexion that obvious p>

He had indeed been feeling that something was severely wrong with his body recently.

Sometimes, while working on a problem, his hands would start shaking uncontrollably, and his heart would race wildly.

Every single night, he would jolt awake right around two or three in the morning.

When he woke up, his heart rate would be so erratic he genuinely felt like he was going to die.

But every time he went to the hospital for a checkup, the doctors found absolutely nothing wrong.

He had convinced himself it was just intense stress and mental exhaustion from preparing for the competition.

Serena held out her hand. “Give me your wrist p>

Caleb blankly extended his arm.

Serena rested her fingers against his pulse.

The posture looked exactly like… checking a pulse?

Caleb was utterly bewildered, staring blankly at her.

Did she actually know traditional medicine too?

The rest of the class had their attention entirely fixed on the two of them, shaking

their heads and sighing, convinced that Caleb had completely lost his mind.

.n

They had been breaking their backs trying to squeeze into Bianca’s Dreamscape initiative to secure a shiny credential for their resumes but lacked the qualifications.

Yet Caleb, who was already on the main roster, insisted on throwing it all away to hang around a slacker.

Was this what they meant by risking it all for a pretty face?

Seeing Serena checking Caleb’s pulse now, several students couldn’t help but scoff.

Did this transfer student really think she was some master physician just because she showed off in Professor Lewis’s class?

Serena, as always, ignored their stares.

She held her fingers against Caleb’s pulse for about five or six seconds, her eyes growing noticeably darker.

“Have you been taking anything unusual lately p>

The girl’s voice was ice-cold, and the dark look in her eyes sent a sudden chill down his spine.

Caleb’s throat tightened. “N-no, nothing unusual. Just the regular cafeteria food p>

“Medication?” Serena asked.

“Medication?”Caleb recalled

something and nodded. “I’ve been taking the pills the Doyle family provides for us sponsored students. It’s a benefit they offer. Every student sponsored by the Boyles takes it. It’s a high-end imported supplement called Cerebro-Flex, supposed to unlock brain potential, improve focus, and enhance memory p>

“All of us sponsored students take it, and the results are actually really good p>

Cerebro-Flex?

A flash of icy fury darted through Serena’s eyes. “Where are the pills? Let me see them p>

“I left them in my dorm Caleb said. “I’ll bring them to you next time p>

He was a top student, after all, not a fool.

Naturally, he picked up on the fact that something was deeply wrong just by looking

at Serena’s expression.

He shot a quick, stealthy glance at Bianca, who was still cursing under her breath nearby. Lowering his voice he asked nervously. “Serena is there… a problem with the pillo