“They're from the Department of Defense,” Lucian explained. “Assigned to help you with the technology upgrade.”
“Alright,” Loyce nodded. “Let's get started.”
These were the same people who had witnessed Loyce's modification skills on the warship before. So, despite being a group of prodigies with far more seniority, they all dutifully followed her lead. It took the team three days to import and successfully run all the code. The progress was surprisingly smooth.
During the first trial of the fully upgraded system, Loyce activated the emergency device, switched it to battlefield mode, and watched as the integrated AI automatically identified a virtual patient's injuries. 3D scanning, vital sign monitoring, and emergency treatment plan generation were all completed in a single, seamless process.
When a virtual patient went into cardiac arrest, the system even anticipated the crisis and had an epinephrine injector ready.
Furthermore, even after continuous tests with a stream of virtual patients, the machine showed no errors or overheating issues. Compared to the equipment Gavin provided, this was a true quantum leap.
“Incredible!” someone exclaimed.
The entire lab erupted in applause. They gathered around Loyce, their eyes filled with admiration and respect.
One of them immediately pulled out an invitation. “We would be honored to have you as a post-doctoral professor of medicine or artificial intelligence at Northstone University. We are severely lacking educators with your expertise in these fields.”
The pre-prepared invitation showed they had come with a purpose.
Looking at the woman who was at least a decade her senior addressing her with such deference, Loyce accepted the invitation. “I'll consider it.”
She was planning on advancing her academic credentials anyway, though she wasn't sure if she could jump directly from a research position to a post-doctoral professorship.
“We should have a celebratory party!” someone suggested. “This is a historic event! We're finally free from Gavin's medical equipment!”
Another person chimed in, “It's not that simple. He'll hold on tight to his patents. Even if we didn't copy his tech, he could tie us up in court for ages just by claiming infringement. We won't be able to switch over that quickly.”
“It should be soon,” Loyce said quietly.
“Exactly. We need to maintain that positive outlook for things to proceed smoothly.”
Just then, Loyce's phone vibrated twice. A message from Sapphire had come in.
She rejected Gavin's offer, shot him a disdainful look, and grabbed her bag to leave.
Seeing her firm refusal, Gavin sneered. “You don't seriously think you have any real dirt on me, do you? All that evidence of organ trafficking you have is stamped with your Walsh family's private seal. If you hand it over to the military, who do you think will end up in prison?”
Sapphire turned back, gave him a deep look, and smirked. “Well then, thank you for the reminder.”
Still unmoved, she turned to leave again.
Gavin's smile vanished. He abruptly threw a stack of photos into the air, scattering them across the room.
The sordid images fell at Sapphire's feet. She stared, stunned for a moment, before a savage look flashed in her eyes.
“Look familiar? See who's having sex with me in those pictures?” Gavin chuckled, his voice sleazy and malicious. “You knew I was a degenerate, not a good person. Did it never occur to you that I'd have my bedroom wired with cameras?”
“In my storage room, I have five more discs labeled ‘Sapphire’,” Gavin said, standing and moving closer to her, his hand gripping her trembling lower back. “Tell me, if I were to spread these photos of you sacrificing your body for a hospital all over the place, do you think that network of connections you've worked so hard to build will turn into daggers aimed right at you?”

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