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    Stories had painted the dietary supplement as a medical marvel. Bidders had once offered half a billion for a single dose and were still turned away. Only those deemed worthy ever came close to possessing one. And now, here it was—glossy, potent, and real.


    A small smile curved across N’s lips as she gave a firm nod. “Yes. This is the life-saving dietary supplement.”


    A sharp intake of breath spread through the room.


    “That’s the dietary supplement?”


    “She just brought it out like it’s nothing—”


    “I thought it was priceless. How in the world does she have one?”


    Their awe echoed off the sterile walls. Without missing a beat, N delivered her answer, voice steady andposed. “The Healer gifted it to me. I’m sure you all know how rare it is. I would never use it lightly. But this is for Deputy Commander Aston. He’s worth it.”


    Glenn looked at her again, but this time, something had shifted. Until now, he’d believed her connection to the Healer was surface-level at best. But presenting this miracle drug told a different story—one of deep trust and personal favor.


    Something shifted in Glenn’s gaze—respect now gleamed where there had once been only appreciation. “Dr. Vance isn’t just skilled or favored by the Healer,” he said, voice heavy with admiration. “She’s also selfless. Willing to part with a miracle pill just to save a life. That kind of integrity is rare.”


    Around the room, the other doctors shifted in ce, suddenly unsure of themselves. A single dietary supplement could have been sold for hundreds of millions. If they had one, would any of them have been willing to give it up?


    A murmur broke the silence. “Dr. Vance sets the gold standard for medical ethics. We’d all do well to follow her example.”


    “Now it makes sense why the Healer values her so much. Even that legendary dietary supplement ended up in her hands.”


    “She’s clearly the best candidate to take over the directorship someday.”


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    Hearing their praise, N’s smile faltered slightly. These fools honestly believed she’d use the entire pill? Not a chance. She wouldn’t even waste that much on herself, let alone someone else. Her real n was simple: shave off a sliver. Just enough to dissolve and create the illusion of generosity. If it weren’t for trying to impress Wesley, she wouldn’t have brought the pill out at all. The dietary supplement was worth a fortune. A single scrape could be sold for millions. She was already being more than generous.


    Keeping her expression steady, N offered an excuse. “This pill is extremely potent. Given Deputy Commander Aston’s fragile state, a full dose might overwhelm his system. A small dissolved amount will be more than enough.”


    Glenn hesitated, unsure. Could such a tiny dose really do anything? But N’s steady confidence convinced him. Her supposed training under the Healer gave her decisions weight.


    “I trust you, N. Let’s do it your way. I’ll have someone bring the water.”


    Momentster, a nurse stepped in with a cup of water in hand.


    With practiced ease, N pulled out a small knife, carefully shaved off a thinyer of the pill, and stirred it into the cup. “This should be just right. Go ahead and give it to Deputy Commander Aston.”


    As the nurse reached forward, hand poised to open Lamont’s mouth, a voice sliced through the tension—cool, calm, and sharp as ss.


    “If you don’t want to make things worse, you’d better stop right there.”


    All eyes swiveled toward the door.


    Leaning against the frame with arms crossed and a faint smirk on her lips, Elena was the one who’d spoken. Amusement had been simmering beneath her calm surface ever since N unveiled that pill.


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