Conrad let go of the pestle, his cool slipping for just a moment before he casually told Austin on the phone, "I''ll swing by the hospital soon."


    After hanging up, Conrad''s eyes were filled with a deep contemtion.


    The first time he gave Donald Cunningham the medication, he had some nagging worries about potential side effects. Luckily, after some time had passed, none of his fears came true. So, when Austin asked for more medicine a few days back, Conrad handed it over without a second thought.


    Who would''ve seen thising... Conrad stood still for a few minutes, then swiftly packed the herbs into a box and left the pharmacy.


    Half an hourter, he reached the hospital. It was past visiting hours, so Conrad couldn''t see Romero, only able to peer through the ss window of the ward.


    Austin was beside him, sneaking nces to check if Conrad was upset.


    Conrad didn''t really focus on Austin''s looks. After a brief pause, he turned to him and said, "Mr. Cunningham''s condition is quite unique. Pass me all his test reports, and I''ll consult with my mentor."


    Noticing that Conrad wasn''t holding any grudge, Austin rxed a bit and handed over Donald''s medical records from his bag. "I can''t thank you enough, Mr. Keller. All of my dad''s test and chemo details are in here. If you need anything else, just give me a shout."


    Conrad waved off Austin''s gratitude with a simple gesture, his face as calm as ever. "Donald is in recovery, and I didn''t see the medication causing a shocking. But I''ll do my best to find another way to help him through this."


    Austin, hearing Conrad speak more than usual, nodded quickly. "I understand. Thanks for being somitted to helping."


    Conrad gave a soft nod, "Alright, I''ll be heading off now. No need to walk me out, Mr. Austin."


    Austin, seeing there was nothing more to add, simply nodded.


    Even though the worry hadn''t fully left his face, Conrad''s demeanor had oddlyforted him. With Mr. Keller on the case, he was sure Donald''s health would be just fine. Austin firmly believed this.


    *


    Back home, Conrad went straight to his mentor. He handed over Romero''s medical record and gave a quick rundown of the situation.


    The Vice President skimmed through the records. After listening to Conrad, he stopped, looked up, and said inly, "The medication''s too strong; nothing can be done."


    "You mean there''s nothing you can do either, mentor?" Conrad asked, his voice heavy with concern.


    His mentor''s skills were second only to David in the Medical Association, so if he saw no solution, things looked grim. But Conrad had promised Austin he''d fix this... Feeling a headacheing on, he pondered for a moment and then suggested, "Maybe you could visit the hospital yourself to give me a hand?"


    The Vice President frowned slightly and replied, "Conrad, just a reminder the annual assessment is around the corner. Don''t spend your time on things that aren''t your responsibility."


    That was a clear no.


    Conrad got the message right away. He opened his mouth to argue but seeing his mentor''s impatience, he switched to, "Got it, I''ll make sure I''m ready."


    The Vice President gave a soft nod. But after a pause, something seemed to click for him, and he added, "Looks like you''re in a bind. Why not go have a chat with Mr. Boyd?"