Leilani suppressed her curiosity and focused on the job. Over the next few days, she remained at the estate, tending to the comatose patient. His recovery was faster than expected; though he hadn't woken up, his vitals had stabilized. She adjusted the prescription and used acupuncture to stimulate his neural reflexes, ensuring no brain damage occurred.
A week later, she reported to the employer via the intercom. "The patient is recovering well. Brain activity is increasing. Barring any accidents, he should wake up in about a week."
The mysterious boss didn't show his face, simply offering a curt "Hmm" before cutting the connection.
In the monitoring room, Callahan tapped his finger on the desk. "Have Dr. Cheney check him again."
Soon, the Langley family's private medical team entered the room, led by the middle-aged man who had received Leilani in the conference room the previous day. They conducted a comprehensive examination of the patient.
The results matched Leilani's assessment perfectly. The patient's physiological indicators were indeed rising steadily; waking up was only a matter of time.
"Dr. L's skills are truly exquisite," Dr. Cheney marveled. He and his team, organized by Callahan years ago, were experts at treating trauma, but they were helpless against such tricky toxins. It was fortunate that the boss had found this legendary practitioner of medicine. With just a few needles, Arnold was making a miraculous recovery.
Callahan’s eyes flickered. "Wire fifty million to her account immediately."
...
Leilani had just returned to her room when she received the notification. Her phone screen lit up, displaying a bank balance with a string of new zeros. She raised an eyebrow in surprise.
This mysterious employer was certainly... decisive. Truly a man of substantial means.
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