“So that’s what it is. Quantity is an overwhelming thing. Mr. Simpson’s body was heavily experimented on in a human laboratory, so that explains it. I might not be able to judge exactly what other studies they performed on you, but they must have done cancer cell research in your body, even injected you with carcinogens to induce cancerous mutation and spread cancer cells like mad, then also injected organic substances that kill cancer cells inside you as well to get your body defenses up until it produced those substances on its own.
“Normal labs would use lab rats as experiment subjects, but they did it straight on you, and they seemed to succeed. If my speculation is correct, Mr. Simpson, your body can almost autonomously generate anti-cancer substances, not like how normal people have to buy those treatments off the market after they develop malignant tumors. To a normal person, those medications are extremely expensive, so a lot of pharmaceutical companies make a killing in that business. After modern industry came about, a lot of people get cancer, and anyone could face it. They’re doing this sort of experiment on you either to develop more effective anti-cancer treatments, or to find a successful anti-cancer substance from your body for someone who’s in a more serious predicament than you. Your body’s almost succeeded.”
“Why do you speculate the second situation?”
Georgia asked, finding it strange.
“Who knows how many people come down with cancer all across the world. It’s a big business. It’s normal for sick people to research anti-cancer treatments on Robert’s body. I do that sort of research myself. But why do you think that the second option could be? That someone’s researching because there’s someone else in a similar situation to Robert’s?”
“It’s not my first time seeing a condition like Mr. Simpson’s. But before, the people coming to my lab had all sorts of strange diseases. Some had escaped from labs, others were rescued from them. I checked them over, and their condition was serious, and similar to Mr. Simpson’s as well. I know about what they’ve been through, though. Some kept getting injected with organic substances to cause cancer, then got injected with organic substances to counter cancer to get the body to produce it on its own without requiring outside injection. I’ve encountered a lot of such cases before, and thought it was just to generate cancer treatments and spread them across the world. It’s a big business after all.
“Then I found that there seemed to be a force behind the scenes deliberately trying to do this sort of research with people in a similar condition to Mr. Simpson, but those people didn’t make it and the anti-cancer substances didn’t manage to sustain a defense. It’s been several years and they should have changed their approach and realized their way wasn’t working. Cost-wise, all the previous experiments had failed, and it doesn’t make sense to keep dropping money in. But I’ve already found quite a few people who’d been rescued from this sort of lab, and their conditions are still similar. That just proves that they haven’t given up on their research, but they haven’t succeeded yet. Mr. Simpson’s condition is close to a success.
“So I speculate that these people just need to generate anti-cancer substances within the body itself. That’s the only thing that would satisfy their needs.”
“Then do you know who it is investing in such research behind the scenes?”
Georgia asked, almost impatiently.
“They’ve hidden their tracks, of course, and I’m not particularly good at investigation. It’s not my field. I don’t know. More importantly, I also once received a job offer to have me study this sort of topic to have humans generate anti-cancer substances on their own. That’s how I linked these events.”
Antonio had said a lot, and Georgia placed her hands on her head, her heart still heavy.
She didn’t know how to voice what she wanted to ask next.
She didn’t have the courage to ask if Robert could be cured or if his life would be threatened.
Ivan looked at how she was suffering, sighed, and turned to Antonio.
“Since you’ve found out about Robert’s condition, you know what’s going on. Can you cure this? Or has your research turned up any new discoveries that could be of help to my brother now?”
As Ivan asked that, Antonio looked at Robert, who spoke up as well.
“There’s no need to look at me so apologetically, Antonio. Not everything can be cured. Tell me what you can do and what you know, and Georgia and I will be very grateful.”
“Mr. Simpson, Mrs. Simpson, Ivan, it’s not that there’s nothing I can do, but there’s no precedence for this. No matter what I do or what I hypothesize from this point, I can’t guarantee it’d be correct. If Mr. Simpson wants me to try to cure it, I’d start studying your blood, but I can’t guarantee success, and I can’t guarantee what I develop will fix your body.
“There are no other cases for me to study, after all. Even if I got lab rats, no lab rat has Mr. Simpson’s condition, and this is still an experiment with Mr. Simpson’s body itself. I don’t have a sure shot at success.”
They were in a dead end now. With no precedence, that meant that any hypothesis and any method from this point could worsen Robert’s condition instead.
There was no way to experiment on other people first. Georgia’s heart ached.
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