"It’s impossible. I tried everything, Professor, but it’s all futile. The only solution is to slow down and lessen its effects, but there’s no antidote for that drug."
People might call Dean a natural genius, born with a gift of vast knowledge that had already brightened his future. Whether in business or the medical field, he could thrive in either or any path he chose.
But Dean never truly considered himself a genius. Smart, perhaps, but never the gifted one others thought him to be.
When he said he had tried everything, he meant every facet of that word.
Dean didn’t just attempt a few solutions to the problem or browse a few books to refresh his memory. Even after leaving the research team, he kept up with the latest medical developments through articles and online conferences. He delved deep into the drug not only to understand its properties but also why it was priced so high.
He managed to access a site that sold the drug and, to his surprise, found it priced ridiculously high. Wondering why, he spent an entire night researching until he discovered the reason behind its exorbitant cost.
There was no antidote.
This drug was lethal, with a 99.9 percent chance of killing anyone who ingested it. The remaining one percent was a slim chance of survival, akin to a miracle.
"I see," Professor Singh nodded in understanding. "You should inform Penny about this."
"No way."
"Dean."
"Professor, like I said, I’m not here to help her. I just used it to distract myself and get away from my overbearing cousin, who thinks her comforting words can console me." He rose slowly and politely faced the professor. "Thank you for the drink. I’m heading off now."
Professor Singh sighed softly, nodding. He watched Dean walk away, still seated on the bench. As Dean disappeared into the distance, Professor Singh tilted his head back, gazing at the sky.
"I’ve always rooted for him, but I fear... unless he finds the courage to confess to Penny, someone else may beat him to it."
He shook his head, sensing Dean might be running out of time to express his feelings to Penny. Given Dean’s personality, the professor wouldn’t be surprised if he never confessed at all.
Professor Singh pondered this for a moment before pushing himself up. He walked back toward the building; he had come here for something specific, but Dean had distracted him. As he was about to leave the lab, he paused.
His eyes fell on the desk where Dean had spent the entire night. Stepping closer, he glanced at the notes, a faint smile curling his lips.
"That boy," he chuckled softly, shaking his head. "He may not have left her a direct note, but in his own way, he’s conveyed his conclusion."
Once more, the professor sighed heavily.
"Dean is likely to remain single for quite some time," he murmured, walking away from the lab. "I only wish Penny were quicker to pick up on his hints."
But she wasn’t.
Oh, the mind was brilliant, yet so slow in matters of the heart.
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