Chapter 565: It Can’t Wait!

The sound echoed in the grand room. She froze, mortified. She had just thrown a tantrum like a child.

“Fine, fine, I’m the silly one,” Carl rasped, his lips twitching into the faintest smile. “But seriously… get over here and help me up.”

Nnenna blinked, frowning. Help him up? Her heart lurched. “What’s going on?” she asked, worry spiking as she jogged to his side.

“I’m sick, silly girl,” Carl replied with a short laugh, only to immediately wince and clutch his side.

Nnenna’s chest tightened. “It’s this serious? You should lie back down, don’t sit up,” she scolded, already guiding him back against the pillows with more strength than her slim arms seemed to have.

“I can sit up, don’t worry—”

“I’m not asking,” Nnenna cut in sharply, pressing his shoulder down with surprising authority. She tucked the blankets around him like a stubborn nurse. “You’ll rest properly.”

Carl huffed, both amused and a little touched.

“What happened?” she demanded, eyes darting to the door. “I’ll go ask someone to call a doctor—”

“I am a doctor, silly. Or did you forget?” Carl said, his voice dry but warm, even as pain shadowed his features. “And you’re a fourth year medical student yourself.”

Nnenna froze mid step, cheeks heating. “Oh.”

Carl chuckled again, then immediately hissed in pain. “You’ve got to stop making me laugh,” he muttered, but there was no bite in his words, only the faintest trace of fondness.

“Sorry,” Nnenna murmured, guilt heavy in her chest. Her eyes softened as she leaned closer. “…So? What’s the diagnosis?”

it off, amused that she hadn’t

a sharp cough. His body jolted, shuddering as if every

She bent toward him, but he

panic,” he said, voice strained yet deliberate. “This

ignore what she was seeing. His

of cold sweat rolled down his temple despite the room’s normal temperature. His breathing

raced. Cyanosis… hypoxia…

poisoned,” she whispered, the words slipping out before she could hold them

with another wince. “Smart girl. But you’re not quite there yet.” Even now, his tone wasn’t dismissive, it

pressed, her voice

he studied his own condition, like a surgeon examining a patient. His gaze was sharp, detached, but the furrow in his brow betrayed that even he

align with poisoning… but it doesn’t match anything I’ve ever classified. Cyanosis without pulmonary obstruction. Paralysis creeping faster than a neurotoxin, yet not as direct. The pain—” he

furiously. Ricin? Botulinum? Tetrodotoxin? None fit perfectly. She bit her

still rushing the connections,” he murmured, voice softer now. “That’s the difference between textbook brilliance

at his words and terror for his condition. “Then…

Carl admitted calmly, as though he were discussing a difficult case instead of his own failing body. “Not yet. But I’ve found ways to slow it down.

on the table, filled with a dark amber liquid. “It doesn’t cure me. But it keeps time from running

hers, steady even in weakness. “Remember this, Nnenna. If even I can’t name it, then whoever

chill ran down

to do? I can—” Nnenna started, but before she could finish,

“Nnenna.”

rebuked mentally, though her face didn’t give

can’t wait,” the Love System

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