The message had been sent over two minutes ago, so there was no way to take it back now. Mirabe rubbed her temples and asked, "Is this another one of those experts you brought in to work their magic?"


    David, watching Paul emerge with a bottle of nt food, sent a quick voice message, "Probably."


    Mirabe replied, "Oh, I don''t know him."


    "I figured you''d know everyone," David replied.


    Mirabe typed back, "If you don''t know him, there''s no way I would."


    Mirabe''s words dripped with a subtle pride that went over David''s head, so he let the conversation end there. He pocketed his phone and watched Paul tend to the nts with nutrient care.


    A few minutester, Paul rinsed his hands at a nearby tap and turned to David, answering his earlier question, "This is a graft of several varieties. Not much use to you guys."


    David nodded, finally understanding why the nt looked unfamiliar. It was a new variety, and its medicinal properties were still unknown, making it not particrly useful to them. After all, the time-tested forms passed down through generations were already well-established. Experimenting with something new seemed unnecessary.


    Letting it go, David and Paul moved on to lighter topics.


    "By the way, Mr. Boyd, I''ve been meaning to ask if you know any doctors who are especially skilled?" Paul asked, taking a seat on a stone bench. "The kind that can tackle really tough cases."


    David''s first thought was that Paul might be dealing with something personal. "I know a bit about medicine. If you don''t mind, I can take a look."


    Paul blinked, then shook his head. "No, no, it''s not for me. I was just curious if you knew anyone like that."


    Realizing his mistake, David chuckled awkwardly. "There are a few renowned alternative medicine practitioners around, like the Reeves family or the Kang family down south... Not sure if that''s what you''re looking for?"


    Paul nodded, finding the information matched what he''d already dug up online. After a moment, he asked, "Haven''t heard of anyone else?"


    Recently, he got an alert about an old bank ount suddenly having a billion withdrawn. The ount was so locked down that even he struggled with it. The only person who could''ve done it was that child. If she essed those funds, she must be in a real bind.


    David thought for a bit, and Mirabe crossed his mind. She might be able to handle tough medical cases, butst time at Frank''s, she mentioned keeping her skills under wraps. Shaking his head, he said, "That''s all I''ve got."


    Paul''s face showed a flicker of disappointment before he said, "Thanks for trying." David smiled, "Sorry I couldn''t be more help, but I''ll keep an ear out for you."


    Paul nodded, feeling the cool night air tickle his throat, causing him to cough a bit as he thanked him again. David waved it off, then after a pause, added, "Actually,


    I did hear about a family known for their miraculous healing skills."


    Paul''s interest piqued, and he turned to listen.


    Filled with a burst of determination, he set a goal to write six more chapters before midnight.