Mirabe fiddled with the hem of her dress, her eyebrows arching with a hint of curiosity. "What''s he want to chat about now?" she asked.


    Delh gave a sheepish grin, "Oh, you know, it''s about Chester." She coughed lightly into her hand and pulled out her phone. "Let me ring your dad real quick."


    Mirabe could tell Delh wasn''t eager to delve into details, so she let it slide and shifted her gaze.


    Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She fished it out and saw a voice message from David, a pharmacist, on Messenger. Slipping on her earphones, she listened in.


    David was asking about a patient''s condition. He didn''t know the backstory between Romero and Mirabe, but he was intrigued after seeing Conrad''s medical report and was curious if the patient could be cured. So, he decided to send her a message.


    Mirabe''s face remained neutral as she typed back, "No hope."


    David was a little taken aback by her blunt reply, but it didn''t surprise him too much given the dire prognosis. After mulling it over, he messaged back, "Death is just a part of life. If there''s no chance, Mirabe, you shouldn''t stress over it. I''ll let Conrad know."


    Mirabe replied, "Alright."


    David added, "Let''s grab dinner when I return from Huai City."


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow at that.


    After sending the message, David''s eyesnded on a lush orchid sitting on a stone table in the garden. He snapped a quick photo and sent it to Mirabe, "Take a look at this."


    Since it was already dusk, the lighting was dim, so the photo came out a bit blurry. Still, Mirabe instantly recognized the nt and typed back in surprise, "An orchid?"


    She recalled that this particr nt was notoriously hard to grow. In the market, orchids had skyrocketed in price because they were excellent for blending, able to counteract the side effects of otherwise ipatible drugs, making them a hotmodity in alternative medicine.


    "Yep, it''s an orchid," David replied, hinting after consulting with an expert in rare medicinal nts, "Not bad, right? Being part of the pharmacist''s association has its perks, we''ve got all sorts of medicinal nts."


    Mirabe pressed her fingers to her temples, realizing why David had sent the photo, and replied, "Yeah, once you join, you never want to leave."


    David couldn''t help but chuckle.


    Right then, Paul walked into the garden carrying a young nt. David paused his messaging and wandered over, intrigued by the unfamiliar nt in the pot, "Paul, what''s this one?"


    The leaves looked a bit like bamboo, with a vibrant green stem, and the tip of the sprout was tightly wrapped with several leaves, resembling a bud but not quite.


    David knew many herbs, but this was new to him.


    Paul set the pot on the stone table and told David to hang tight for a moment before striding into the cabin, his white clothes fluttering in the breeze.


    David didn''t read too much into it, knowing that Paul was a man of few words.


    Curiosity piqued, David snapped a photo of the nt and sent it to Mirabe, asking, "Recognize this one?"


    Mirabe was about to put her phone away when David''s message popped up. She opened it, and the instant she saw the photo, she tried to retract her previous message.