Chapter 577

　　Third person's POV 　　"Just tell me, if I can help," Orson said. 　　Tabitha whispered a few words into his ear. A look of concern appeared in Orson's eyes. "Are you sure?" 　　"Orson, whether I'm alive or dead, I have to leave here," Tabitha replied firmly. 　　"Alright, I'll do my best." 　　Derek held Tabitha's blood routine report, his face full of confusion. "Her red and white blood cell counts have increased, and all the data is improving. But why can't she get out of bed yet?" 　　Kamp also shook his head, "It's weird. Tabitha should be able to walk around." 　　Orson's expression turned cold. "Do you know the power of chemotherapy drugs? Besides the wolfsbane, her normal cells have also been damaged. Just one round of chemotherapy is enough to leave her severely weakened. Her knees are weak, her hands and feet are cold. It's only been about twenty days since the treatment. It's normal that she can't get out of bed. The kind of physical damage she suffered doesn't recover in a month or two