This behavior was completely different from a standard centrifugal blood test.
“How strange...” Leilani murmured, her brows furrowed.
With no clear leads, she decided to call Floyd Dillon for assistance. It took a while for the call to connect. “Mr. Dillon, good morning. do you have a moment?”
On the other end of the line, Floyd sounded both surprised and exhausted. “It’s certainly not morning over here. It’s the middle of the night. What’s wrong? Why are you calling at this hour?”
Leilani was taken aback. “Middle of the night? Are you not in the country?”
Floyd walked to his kitchen to brew some coffee while he chatted. “I came to Haronia Country a few days ago for a WHO project. I’m currently abroad.”
It was terrible timing. Leilani had originally planned to invite Floyd to Garrison City to help her study Payton’s poison. But since he was away at an international event, he wouldn't be back anytime soon.
Leilani felt a pang of regret but didn't press the issue. She chuckled lightly and offered her regards. “You should take care to get enough rest abroad. Don’t overwork yourself.”
“I know, I know,” Floyd said, his tone softening. “And you? What have you been up to? Mr. Chilton hasn’t been bothering you, has he?”
“No.” Leilani paused. Being overly subtle wasn't her style, so she transitioned naturally to the main topic. “Actually, Mr. Dillon, I’ve taken on a new patient with a rather complex condition. I haven’t had any breakthroughs recently, so I wanted to ask for your advice.”
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