David wasn''t sure if Mirabe would have a solution up her sleeve. After all, it was a life-or-death situation, and ignoring it just wasn''t his style. So, without wasting a second, he pulled out his phone, snapped a pic of thest page of the medical records showing thetest test results, and sent it straight to Mirabe via Messenger.


    Figuring she might be in ss, David skipped calling her. Instead, he slowly typed out a detailed message, exining everything that was going on. Nearby, Conrad was casting cautious nces at David, unsure of what he was typing and feeling too anxious to interrupt.


    At that moment, Conrad couldn''t help but regreting to David for help. The issue was still unresolved, and he had just been on the receiving end of a scolding. He worried about how David might see him from now on.


    Meanwhile, Mirabe was indeed in ss, her phone on silent. She didn''t see David''s message immediately, so there was no reply. David waited a couple of minutes, but when no response came, he didn''t stress. He just tucked his phone away and turned to Conrad, saying, "I know an amazing healer. I''ve sent her the patient''s details. If she can''t help, then we might be out of options."


    Conrad''s eyes widened in surprise. If David called someone an amazing healer, they must be really something. But he had never heard of David having any healer friends. However, the rumor about a mysterious mentor was something everyone knew.


    Could this healer actually be David''s mentor?


    David, oblivious to Conrad''s thoughts, noticed his assistant waiting at the door. Time was ticking, so he didn''t dive into details. He handed the medical records back to Conrad, saying, "You can head back. I''ll let you know as soon as I hear anything."


    Conrad nodded, not wanting to hold David up any longer. "Alright, I''ll be waiting for your update."


    As David made a quick exit, he gave a little wave. Conrad left the office, clutching the medical records. When he got to the lobby, the vice president was chatting with the receptionist. Spotting Conrad, he called him over.


    "What did David say?" the vice president asked as Conrad came closer.


    Still mulling over the healer David mentioned, Conrad took a moment before replying, "The president checked it out but couldn''t do anything."


    The vice president raised an eyebrow, "Didn''t you ask him to go to the hospital for a look?"


    "No, the president''s got a flight today to the herbal medicine base. He didn''t have time," Conrad exined slowly.


    The vice president quickly pieced things together. He had forgotten about the trip, which exined why David was rushing. It was both a stroke of luck and a missed opportunity.


    A bit of regret washed over the vice president. "But the president said he knows


    an amazing healer, so now we''re just waiting on them," Conrad added.


    "An amazing healer?" the vice president echoed, surprised. How had he not known about this?


    Noticing the vice president''s reaction mirrored his own earlier surprise, Conrad shared his theory, "Doesn''t the president have that mysterious mentor? I reckon it might be them."


    Maybe David wasn''t outright saying it was his mentor to keep things under wraps?


    The vice president narrowed his eyes. Everyone in the association knew about David''s elusive mentor, but nobody had ever seen them in person.