"What's the matter with Miss Shannon?" Joel asked with concern, picking up Vanessa's chart for a quick glance.
Vanessa managed a weak smile. "Just caught a nasty virus, that's all."
"Don't worry. This time, we've got the right medication. You're going to be just fine," Joel reassured her.
"Dr. Kingsley, I heard the new drug was developed by Dr. Lyman's team. Don't tell me you're the genius behind it!" Vanessa teased, recalling what Henry had once told her about Joel's medical brilliance.
Joel chuckled. "Not me. Someone else deserves the credit." He shot a quick glance at Ian.
Ian, masked and clearly exhausted, hovered nearby. The fatigue in his eyes betrayed just how much he'd been dedicating himself to Vanessa's care.
"Miss Shannon, just focus on getting better. I'll be on my way now," Joel said gently. He nodded at Ian before stepping out.
Eleanor was waiting for him by the elevator. Joel caught sight of her and let out a long sigh.
"What's wrong?" Eleanor asked with a light smile.
"Ian's heart really isn't with you anymore," Joel answered. "He looks beat—probably hasn't slept for two nights."
Eleanor just shrugged. "I stopped caring about that a long time ago."
"He doesn't realize you're the one who developed the new drug?" Joel pressed.
Eleanor shook her head. "No need to tell him."
"He'll figure it out after tomorrow's interview airs," Joel remarked.
Back in the lab, Joel called a meeting and updated everyone on the situation. He assigned a few more samples to various teams, hoping they could help identify the cause as quickly as possible.


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