Mr. Dillon's voice was low and heavy as his gaze fell upon Mr. Chilton, who lay unconscious on the hospital bed. “Since you could tell Mr. Chilton is suffering from the Thousand-Strand Poison, you should also be aware that the most difficult problem with him right now is not keeping him alive. It's that he won't wake up.”
The light in the ward was cold and white. The rhythmic “beep-beep” of the instruments was exceptionally clear in the silence.
Leilani stood by the bed, once again resting her fingertips gently on Mr. Chilton's wrist, concentrating on feeling the faint yet chaotic pulse.
“Thousand-Strand Poison...” Leilani was contemplating the fragments of information Paulina had once mentioned to her, trying to see if she could come up with a strategy.
At this moment, Mr. Dillon handed her a blue folder. It was thick with pages of Mr. Chilton's lab data.
“This is the blood toxin analysis report we ran on Mr. Chilton. The data shows his body contains trace amounts of mutated components from Datura and the Upas tree, along with many other miscellaneous toxins.”
The strings of numbers and professional terms were dense. Mr. Dillon knew Leilani came from a background of traditional medicine, and fearing she might not understand the specialized terminology of modern medicine, he took the initiative to explain.
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