Frank''s eyes finally sharpened as Mirabe got straight to the point. After a brief pause, he responded, "I caught a nasty coldst year, went to the hospital, and the doctor said it was a viral infection."


    "Last year? Frank, why didn''t you tell me?" Owen asked, surprised.


    Frank just smiled, shaking his head dismissively. "It was just amon cold."


    "That''s the problem with minor colds; they often get ignored," Owen replied, then turned to Mirabe. "Ms. Mirabe, about my teacher''s condition..."


    "It''s a viral infection that''s turned into myocarditis. The virus has been attacking his heart for a while, and now it''s in thete stages. From a medical standpoint, it''s practically incurable," Mirabe exined calmly.


    The moment she saw Frank, she noticed his pale grayplexion, a sign of not just illness but toxins in his system. She had seen simr cases before.


    Owen''s hands went limp, hitting the coffee table, his face going pale. It was simr to what the hospital had concluded, though they hadn''t identified a viral


    cause.


    "People age, get sick, and die. Heart diseases are notoriously tough for medicine to tackle. At my age, I''ve made peace with it," Frank said, a serene eptance on his face.


    Owen shook his head. He knew people only ept such fates when they see no hope, much like he didst year.


    Suppressing the lump in his throat, Owen thought of Mirabe''s medical expertise. "Is there really no way to help my teacher?" he asked, looking at her.


    Mirabe rested her hand on the armrest, deep in thought. After a moment, she looked up. "There is."


    Owen''s eyes widened. "Really?"


    Mirabe nodded. "Yes."


    Frank was stunned. He looked at Mirabe, not doubting her skills, but the virus in his body had been deemed untreatable. Even the head of the Pharmacists'' Guild couldn''t find a cure.


    Frank opened his mouth to speak but stopped when he saw the hope in Owen''s eyes, choosing to stay silent.


    "I''ll need a sample of Mr. Lee''s blood for testing," Mirabe said, turning to Frank. "No problem," Owen quickly said, knowing Mirabe''s expertise in biology.


    "And I''ll need some specific ingredients," Mirabe added.


    "Okay," Owen nodded.


    Mirabe took a pen and paper from her bag and quickly wrote a list of ingredients. Handing it to Owen, she said, "Some of these are rare and may be


    hard to find, but the Pharmacists'' Guild should have them."


    She remembered Adler mentioning that the Pharmacists'' Guild nevercked ingredients. For someone like Owen''s teacher, getting what was needed shouldn''t


    be difficult, especially with Owen''s connections to the Reeves family.


    Owen carefully stored the list. "I''ll get these ingredients as soon as possible." "Alright," Mirabe replied softly.


    Just then, Owen''s phone rang. He nced at the caller ID and saw it was the station. Standing up, he said, "Excuse me, I need to take this call," and stepped outside.