“It was me.” He tilted his head slightly, showing a flawless profile.
“I don’t need your help, but thanks anyway.” Loyce looked him over, assuming he’d come for treatment. “You look a lot better. Keep using the medication for a while to stabilize things. You don’t need to rush to see me. Your body’s still badly damaged. It’s not time for me to treat you yet.”
Lucian’s condition wasn’t something medication alone could fix. He needed nerve-repair surgery alongside her treatment, and that technique still hadn’t been fully solved.
Lucian’s eyes were deep, his voice low. “I’m not here for you. I’m here for Fernand.”
Loyce raised an eyebrow. “Funny. He used to be my advisor.”
“Very funny,” Lucian said, lifting a campus newspaper and handing it to her. “You’re the student he kicked out of his lab, and that project is funded by my money.”
So he hadn’t tracked her down on purpose. It really was a coincidence. Loyce glanced at the article and let out a short laugh. “I’m just warning you, he can’t deliver what you want. But if you want to keep burning money on Fernand, go ahead.”
The project Fernand’s group had been trying to break through involved clinical medicine and AI. But the research materials had been gathered by her, and the experimental analysis and data logs had relied on her. Without her, they wouldn’t finish the work and produce any results at all.
Lucian studied the girl in front of him, the faint mockery in her eyes, and knew she wasn’t lying. Even when pain had driven him into a violent, unstable state, she’d stayed calm enough to treat him. That alone proved how strong her mind was.
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