Tanya Sinclair returned ho and went straight to her grandfather Horace Sinclair’s study. She had already installed lights in the secret room, making it as bright as day.
The body of her grandmother Iris Keene, preserved in amber, remained lifelike.
This was enough to prove certain things she was unwilling to believe, or rather, unwilling to face...
In her spare ti, Tanya Sinclair read up on all the current theoretical research on spaceti conversion and even contacted the field’s authoritative expert, Professor Taylor, to discuss it with him...
It was at this ti that Professor Taylor’s call ca through.
Tanya Sinclair answered imdiately, "Hello, Professor Taylor."
"Ms. Sinclair, the hypothesis you proposed last ti. After several studies, I think I’ve found a theoretical answer."
Looking at the amber coffin before her, Tanya Sinclair felt her throat tighten slightly, "Please go on."
Last ti, she had asked if there were technology in the future capable of sending people back to past tis, would the person sent be decomposed in the spaceti tunnel into microscopic particles before being reassembled.
In such extre pain, would the person’s physical structure also undergo changes beyond the ordinary?
"Theoretically speaking, when a person is decomposed to a certain extent, the structure becos uniform. If a person is broken down into microscopic particles and then reassembled, the cells in his body could match with anyone’s. A simple example is that people with different blood types cannot transfuse blood to each other due to rejection reactions. But in a body that has been reassembled, the blood cells will adjust themselves according to the recipient of the transfusion."
"..." Tanya Sinclair’s hand trembled slightly as she held her phone, "Professor Taylor, if that person completely replaced another’s blood with his own, what would happen?"
"Huh?" Professor Taylor was a bit surprised. After a mont’s thought, he said, "Theoretically, his blood would give the other person a new lease on life, but this process is extrely lengthy and painful. It’s like draining himself dry. Even if he’s ti-traveled, coming from the future, he’s still a mortal flesh-and-blood person. Surely no one would use such a foolish thod to save another person, right?"
No, soone would.
"Ms. Sinclair, all these are currently theoretical." Professor Taylor analyzed rationally, "With today’s technology, to reach that level unless a genius erges and dedicates decades of research, haha. But such a genius, I haven’t yet found in the field of physics..."
Tanya Sinclair tried to keep her voice sounding relaxed.
"Professor Taylor, if soone really went through material reorganization and ti-traveled back to the past, what other side effects would his body experience?"
Professor Taylor: "I conducted several sets of biological decomposition experints before, and whether it’s animals or plants, after material decomposition and reorganization, it accelerates cell death. I think humans would be the sa."
Tanya Sinclair’s face turned slightly pale, "... I understand."
"Ms. Sinclair, since you’re interested in these things, why not consider pursuing a degree in physics after your work in the country is complete?" Professor Taylor suggested.
After these interactions with Tanya Sinclair, Professor Taylor regarded her highly. Although Tanya Sinclair hadn’t been exposed to much physics, Professor Taylor believed that with her talent and diligence, reaching a professional level wouldn’t be difficult.
Tanya Sinclair declined Professor Taylor’s kindness.
"I have other things I want to do. Thank you for your kind offer, Professor Taylor."
After hanging up the phone, Tanya Sinclair felt drained, and she slowly squatted down, curling into a ball on the ground.
She closed her eyes, and Declan Pierce’s image floated into her mind.
It turns out there really is such a foolish person in this world...
Tanya Sinclair got up and left ho, heading to the hospital where she had stayed for five years.
"Hello, I’d like to see Dr. Thorne."
Dr. Thorne was her attending physician before.
Tanya Sinclair sat in the hallway, waiting for almost an hour until the nurse called her number.
"Number 19, Tanya Sinclair."
Hearing Tanya Sinclair’s na, Dr. Thorne, who was originally buried in paperwork, suddenly looked up. There was a slight sense of panic when he saw Tanya Sinclair enter.
"Mrs. Hawthorne..."
Tanya Sinclair sat across from him, "I’m divorced now, Dr. Thorne."
"Oh." Dr. Thorne wasn’t very surprised, and he smoothly corrected himself, "Ms. Sinclair, where are you feeling unwell?"
"Dr. Thorne, I’m taking so of your ti. I want to talk to you about sothing personal." Tanya Sinclair quickly said before he could refuse, "If you don’t tell today, I’ll co tomorrow; if not tomorrow, then the day after... I think eventually you’ll give in."
Her tone was gentle yet inexplicably carried a stubborn persistence.
"..." Dr. Thorne was sowhat helpless, signaling the nurse to leave first with his gaze.
The door closed, leaving only the two of them in the room.
Dr. Thorne removed his glasses and wiped his face.
Calmly, Tanya Sinclair asked, "Dr. Thorne, my awakening wasn’t a dical miracle, was it?"
She had slowly figured it out; she had indeed beco a vegetative state with no consciousness at one point.
But later on, there ca a day when she suddenly could hear the sounds around her, could feel everything beside her, yet she couldn’t wake up.
Even she had regarded it as a miracle bestowed upon her by the heavens.
But now it seed, it was never the heavens protecting her, but rather...
"It was Declan Pierce, wasn’t it?" Tanya Sinclair softly uttered that na, feeling as though her heart trembled as if electrified.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Dr. Thorne said, "Ms. Sinclair, I didn’t say anything."
Which ant, it’s up to her capabilities to guess.
Tanya Sinclair lowered her eyes, and after a mont, tears started falling, drop by drop. Her voice was hoarse and deep, "Did he, give a blood transfusion?"
Dr. Thorne was stunned.
Tanya Sinclair raised her red, teary eyes, "Dr. Thorne, how many tis did he transfuse blood to ?"
"..." Dr. Thorne sighed deeply, seeing as Tanya Sinclair had guessed this far, there was no point in hiding it anymore. Back then, Declan Pierce’s behavior was so extre that it left a lingering fear in him even to this day.
Dr. Thorne slowly explained, "Three years, a total of twenty-seven tis. Each ti, it wasn’t over until he passed out."
Three years.
Twenty-seven tis.
Tanya Sinclair felt as though every nerve was being painfully pierced with sharpness with each breath.
She seed to laugh and cry, mumbling, "This fool..."
Dr. Thorne still hadn’t figured it out.
"I also can’t explain the reason behind it, but after introducing Mr. Pierce’s blood to your body, your cells really started self-repairing."
Tanya Sinclair knew the reason, but she couldn’t reveal it.
She got up, nodding slightly to Dr. Thorne.
"Thank you, I’ll take my leave now. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Declan Pierce about any of this."
Having said that, Tanya Sinclair turned and left.
Outside, it was drizzling, and soaked by the rain, Tanya Sinclair got into her car. She laid her head on the steering wheel; initially, her sobs were quiet, but soon, the tears beca unstoppable, and she broke down, shaking in her enclosed car.
After a long while, she wiped away her tears and sent Declan Pierce a ssage.
Tanya Sinclair: [Declan Pierce, I want to see you.]
As always, he replied imdiately.
Declan Pierce: [Okay, should I co pick you up?]
Tanya Sinclair: [No, wait for at ho. I’ll co see you.]
In these years, he had co to see her so many, countless tis.
Now, she wanted to walk towards him.
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