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Wilfred's gaze soon settled on Karina, sharp and probing. "What's on your mind?"

Karina shook her head but hesitated. "I do have some thoughts... but until I meet the patient in person, they're just ideas. Dr. Wilfred, you're the one who taught me that."

She lifted her head, her bright eyes unintentionally glowing with determination. Wilfred's gaze flickered for a moment, as if momentarily dazzled by her intensity.

Resting his hands on his knees, he deliberated briefly before saying, "Then pack your things-we're going."

Karina blinked in surprise, completely caught off guard.

His lips curved slightly. "Didn't you say it's best not to jump to conclusions without seeing the real person? Well, let's go meet them."

It was both an exciting and overwhelming surprise-no, more like a shock. Karina didn't even know where to start. Should she grab sterilized gloves? Instruments? Maybe her notes?

In the end, Wilfred took only her notebook, tossing the rest aside.

"These aren't necessary," he explained plainly. "Everything you need is already there."

"Oh." Karina smacked her forehead, embarrassed at her overthinking. It was such a simple concept, yet she had been too excited to consider it.

The patient wasn't at the hospital but rather at a facility several dozen kilometers away.

From the outside, it looked like a standard rehabilitation center, but in reality, it was a research facility disguised as a wellness retreat. There weren't any actual patients receiving care here only researchers dressed in sterilized suits or white lab coats. Entering required identity verification.

and Karina managed

the badge showed his sharp features and a cool,

first and, noticing her lingering, called out, "Stop standing there

to follow

area looked like

the deeper they went,

step. Karina counted at least three or four checkpoints, each with different levels of clearance.

Wilfred's clearance was

"Your

personnel," Wilfred admitted nonchalantly, as if confidentiality didn't concern him in

a man approached,

into the pockets of

coat. He greeted Wilfred

I thought you'd

tone was sharp, practically oozing

reciprocating. "Step aside. I'm not here to catch up. I'm here on

an eyebrow, his attention shifting to Karina. She noticed his almond-shaped eyes, which might have been charming if not for the irritation he seemed to

air of disdain, as if she were nothing more than a pebble on the

frowned, unsettled by the subtle arrogance in