Although Ethan didn't understand medicine, the suspect's seizure was clearly different from typical epilepsy.
The symptoms were simply too severe.
With the basic situation understood, Leilani asked no further questions. She walked straight to the bed and reached out to check the patient's carotid artery.
She then peeled back his eyelids. His pupils were slightly dilated—proof of a hazy consciousness. Even though he had been injected with a sedative, his limbs were still twitching uncontrollably.
"This is definitely not ordinary epilepsy," Leilani quickly deduced. "It's likely drug-induced toxic epilepsy."
She looked up at Ethan. "How long has this patient been in your custody? Has he come into contact with any specific medications recently?"
Logically, if the suspect had been detained long enough and only consumed food provided by the precinct, this shouldn't have happened—unless there was an internal breach.
Yet, unbelievably, that exact scenario seemed to be playing out.
Ethan's eyes darkened, catching onto Leilani's implication. He immediately turned to the officer behind him. "Lila, go investigate who has been providing his food and any items he's handled over the past two days."
Since this was an internal police matter, it had nothing to do with Leilani, whose sole job was treating the patient. She had done her part; the rest was up to Ethan and his team to handle.
Pulling her specialized acupuncture kit from her bag, Leilani sanitized her hands efficiently and instructed Ethan, "Help me hold his head down."
Without a word, Ethan firmly secured the patient's head with both hands.
Although it was Ethan's first time assisting Leilani with her treatment, their collaboration went surprisingly smoothly.
Leilani's movements were crisp and precise. The thin needles slid into several acupuncture points with astonishing precision.

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