"Wait a second. Why is this last bit of poison not totally cleaned out?"
Grandpa Beck bulged his eyes, looking incredulously at the stubborn spot on the screen. Despite the vigorous attack from the upgraded detox pill, this spot remained entirely unmoved—neither shrinking nor disappearing.
Rosemary analyzed, "It appears that even the enhanced detox pill can’t entirely eradicate the poison in Carol’s body. But compared to the previous versions of antidotes, this one seems to be an improvent."
"This is not possible. I clearly removed all the toxins in this morning’s experint. Could the toxins regenerate?" Grandpa Beck went back to review the experint process.
"It’s also possible that a certain ingredient in the antidote can’t entirely suppress and eliminate this kind of toxin. If the toxins can regenerate, it ans we need to adjust the components of our antidote again."
Rosemary had already put on her lab coat, ready to start the experint. Her phone vibrated at this mont. Checking it, she saw a call from an old acquaintance.
"Professor Bell, I have a patient here and I was hoping you might take a look."
The caller’s tone was obscure, treating Rosemary with delicacy and respect. "It’s my friend’s mother. I wouldn’t bother you if the situation wasn’t so difficult."
Without a second thought, Rosemary declined. "I’m sorry, I can’t make it. I’m too busy."
She had too much on her plate right now.
Plus, the Doom’s forces kept a close watch on her, exploiting every opportunity.
If she went, she might implicate an innocent family.
"I understand that you are very busy. I was moved seeing my friend cry, so I dared to ask for your help. The patient’s condition is becoming increasingly difficult, and I’m out of ideas concerning dication. I would appreciate it if you could help—even a word or two would an a lot to and my friend."
The caller seed to eagerly await Rosemary’s help.
There were too many people in the world who needed her, but she was only one person, and she couldn’t save everyone.
With the compassion of a doctor, Rosemary finally said, "Send the dical records. I’ll take a look when I have ti."
"Thank you, Professor Bell. I’ll send them to your email." The caller thanked her profusely for a while before saying, "I’m looking forward to your reply."
Right after Rosemary hung up, Jack called.
"Boss, based on Dennis’s description, we’ve been investigating large households with French-style architecture from a decade ago. Through various comparisons and checks, we’ve narrowed it down to thirty-nine households. Are we going to collect hair samples from all of them?"
"What do you think?"
"What if among these thirty-nine households, one is indeed Carol’s biological family?"
Would she return to her roots?
Given Carol’s status, could she even return to her original ho?
Perhaps she might not even be allowed in the front door.
Like the boss, she might encounter a crazy, bitchy sister after identifying her roots.
"That’s not for us to consider," Rosemary calmly analyzed. "We’re just helping Carol find her biological family. Whatever happens next is beyond our control. Whether she goes back to her original family or not is up to Carol."
"Once I have results, I’ll tell you imdiately."
"Alright."
"You sure get a lot of calls, kiddo. I might just finish this report by the ti you’re done," Grandpa Beck chuckled, pointing at the screen as he spoke. "Look at this—the toxin is regenerating. I knew it! This morning’s experint showed the toxin eliminated. How could it regenerate? As you suggested, sothing in the antidote might not suppress the toxin but instead provoke it. This could be a significant finding."
"I suddenly rembered an old dical textbook you had read as a child. It ntioned an ingredient that could inhibit the growth of toxins."
"Of course! How could I have forgotten about that?" Grandpa Beck exclaid joyfully. "Seems like having you scribble notes as a child paid off."
Rosemary smirked. "In addition to scribbling notes, I recall a few other things."
"Oh no, let’s not bring up the past." Grandpa Beck feared she’d bring up old grievances. "When you were a child, you were so adorable. I couldn’t help but be fond of you. But I couldn’t just let you be. I had to be a bit stern while teaching you. You wouldn’t have improved otherwise."
Grandpa Beck laughed slyly.
Rosemary raised an eyebrow. "Just a bit stern?"
Grandpa Beck hastily replied, "I was never like those other grumpy old n. I never physically punished you. The worst I did was make you copy dical texts or recite them upside down."
Rosemary nodded with interest. "Anything else?"
"No, no. That was it. Let’s not dig up the past. Your friend Carol’s health is more important." Beck sounded a bit guilty.
As he turned away to continue his work, Rosemary chuckled. "Grandpa, I will always rember the kindness you and the other grandfathers showed ."
"No, no." Grandpa Beck dropped his tools in surprise, quickly turning to explain. "Don’t rember the tis I was stern with you. Rember the tis I was kind."
Rosemary tried to hold in a laugh. "I didn’t an to hold a grudge."
"That’s good. You scared there. You were so talented as a child. We all wished you’d succeed imdiately. We worried a lot about you. Now that you’re successful, you’ve attracted a lot of trouble. You will indeed be envied by others." Grandpa Beck couldn’t help but worry.
Rosemary knew he was referring to the Doom incident.
"Don’t worry, Grandpa. It will be over soon."
"You’re an adult now. You make your own decisions. I know I can’t persuade you. But as long as I’m alive, I’ll do everything I can to protect you."
Watching his back as he rambled on, Rosemary felt a surge of emotion.
Without these grandfathers teaching and guiding her, she might have been just an ordinary girl.
"I don’t need your protection anymore." Rosemary smiled, her eyes shining with confidence. "I can protect you now."
Grandpa Beck turned around, his eyes welling up with tears. He was surprised to see Rosemary being unusually mature.
He wiped the corner of his eyes and turned back to his work.
"Find out where we can get that ingredient. If you find so, bring a few."
Rosemary was already on the phone, giving instructions.
Grandpa Beck quickly wiped away his tears and went back to his experint.
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