Mirabe handed the vial back to Devon, saying, "Chronic toxins are tricky to spot, and by the time you notice, it''s usually toote."


    Devon clutched the vial tighter, struggling to believe there was an issue with the medication. His mentor was no novice in medicine, and it seemed impossible that he could have been consuming something harmful for years without realizing it.


    But if the medication wasn''t the culprit... why was his mentor''s condition getting worse, even after trying various treatments with no sess?


    Devon''s mind spun with confusion.


    Mirabe noticed Devon wavering between doubt and eptance. Her eyes wandered for a moment before she softly remarked, "Healers often find it hardest to heal themselves."


    Devon looked at Mirabe, not one to stick stubbornly to his own views. He hesitated before speaking, "So, my mentor... David..."


    "David''s been on this medication for too long," Mirabe exined slowly. "The toxins have spread throughout his system, and his vitality''s been drained too fast. If I''m right, he must''ve taken other meds before he got sick, which triggered the sudden toxin outbreak."


    Devon was unaware of this, and feeling anxious, he turned to the butler who hadn''t left yet, "Uncle White, do you know if my mentor has been taking anything else recently?"


    The butler thought for a moment before shaking his head, "I''m not sure. David was so busy with the association''s work before he got sick that he rarely came home."


    After a pause, he added, "I''ll grab the spare meds we have at home so you can check them over."


    With that, the butler rushed out of the room.


    Devon turned back to Mirabe, asking quietly, "Since it''s a toxin outbreak, wouldn''t detoxifying or taking an antidote help my mentor?"


    "For an adult, there might be a slim chance, but for someone older, it''s tough," Mirabe said with regret.


    Devon staggered back a step, his gaze heavy with sorrow as he looked at David lying on the bed, "So... there''s no way to save him?"


    "If the toxins hadn''t fully erupted, maybe there could''ve been a way to gradually treat him..." Mirabe


    trailed off, but the meaning


    clear. .


    was


    цим


    Devon felt a pang of difort. Until now, he''d assumed Presley had tampered with his teacher''s meds,


    leading to his decline after the


    medicine ran out. He hadn''t even


    considered chronic toxins.


    Just then, the butler returned with a medical box, cing it on a nearby table, "These are all of Donald''s medications."


    Mirabe walked over.


    The box held a dozen or so bottles, mostly vitamins and supplements, along with some for lowering blood pressure and blood sugar.


    After checking them, Mirabe said, "These are fine and wouldn''t harm David''s health."


    Recalling Mirabe''s earlier words, a thought crept into Devon''s mind, "Someone''s deliberately trying to ruin my mentor''s health."


    Mirabe wasn''t privy to the inner workings of the medical association, but given the situation, she didn''t dismiss the idea, simply saying, "Maybe."


    At this point, Devon''s thoughts instinctively turned to Presley, whose ambition and


    eagerness to rise in status were in for all to see.


    He had every reason to y dirty.