Given Mr. Chilton’s special status, they couldn’t afford any delays now that the results were out.
Marlon was anxious on Leilani’s behalf.
“Leilani, you don’t have any other patients right now, do you? When can you leave? Do you want me to send a car for you?”
“No need,” Leilani said. “I bought a car recently. I know the address. I’ll drive myself. I’m packing up now and heading out immediately.”
Leilani knew exactly why Marlon was so eager. Curing Mr. Chilton sooner meant one less thing for everyone to worry about.
Hanging up, Leilani checked the time, then looked down to check Arnold’s vitals one last time. Confirming everything was stable, she turned to the nurse. “Record his temperature and blood pressure every two hours. If there are any abnormalities, notify me immediately.”
“Understood, Dr. Sloan,” the nurse nodded quickly.
Leilani wasn’t one to waste time. She packed her things efficiently and, without even stopping at home, drove straight to Brass City.
...
Two hours later, at the Chilton family villa.
Leilani had just parked when she saw Floyd Dillon waiting at the door, a stack of data reports in his hand.
“Leilani! Come look at this!”
Seeing her, Floyd waved, his excitement impossible to hide.
Leilani walked over quickly, took the report, and flipped through a few pages, her eyes scanning the key data points.

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