“You just told us that similar cases to Robert had come around. How did those people end up?”
Georgia asked it right away. She’d guessed at the results but didn’t want to ask about it in front of Robert.
“All sorts of situations. Some couldn’t take the pain from all their issues from the experiments. Over half of them killed themselves. The rest sometimes had hope in the beginning, even signed private contracts with me, willing to go under research no matter what drug I developed, trying to fight for a glitter of a hope that they’d survive. Regrettably, I couldn’t save them.
“Their organs had been damaged too much, and their immune systems were completely destroyed at the end. Unless they stayed in a sterile vacuum, they’d develop all sorts of infections that slowly spread. They left this world with regret and resentment, and it weighed on me.
“When I was young, I thought I was clever, that I could change the world. But experiencing all that, I came to understand that too many times, there’s nothing you can do in this world, and you’ll let a lot of people down who needed your help.”
Antonio grew sorrowful. Georgia’s question had probably reminded him of too many past patients.
He wasn’t a doctor, really, but the people who’d come to him couldn’t be saved by doctors, and had only hoped he’d develop some particularly effective medication or special substance to alleviate the pain in their body somewhat. Even methods that weren’t orthodox. But so long as a person was alive, they had endless drive to remain alive, so there would be people willing to come try him.
“So no matter they couldn’t take the pain and killed themselves or they bore the pain with hope, there was nothing that could be done in the end for them and they all departed this world, right?”
Georgia found her courage and asked that, while Antonio nodded heavily.
“Miss Lane, this is why I was sighing to you and Mr. Simpson. There’s been too many failures on my end, but you don’t have to despair too much. The cases that came to me were at the end of their rope, and there was nothing that could be done. They just wanted a miracle from me. They also didn’t have that sort of special anti-cancer substances being actively generated in their body. Mr. Simpson is different. His body has those two substances in balance. Sometimes, a person has to believe in miracles, and I feel that Mr. Simpson is one such miracle.
“What we’re studying now is, whether or not the balance can be broken. After it’s broken, how can we help Mr. Simpson? Mrs. Simpson, you’re a specialist at cancer treatments, and when you were talking with me yesterday, we chatted about related subjects. You could research with me. A hundred years ago, nobody could have pictured flying through the skies with airplanes. Twenty years ago, nobody thought we’d be walking down the streets with smartphones, watching videos. So long as Mr. Simpson’s condition is stable, we’ll get enough people to research, and possibly solve this problem.”
“Thank you for your comfort, Antonio. I know that I can’t give up hope no matter what. I have some thoughts, but they’re disjointed. After I go back and arrange it, I’ll write up a full hypothesis and experimental research direction report to discuss with you and see if it’s viable.”
“All right. A single person’s thought processes are limited. If you have a better thought pattern or if your thoughts are more practical, we have to try to accomplish it. I’ve failed again and again over such cases the last few years, and to be honest it dealt me a blow. If we can research a way to solve the problem, it’ll be more than the joy of success waiting for us, but we’ll also help a lot of people.”
Georgia managed a smile.
She stood and bade Antonio farewell.
After Georgia got out, she went over and took Robert’s hand.
“Let’s go. Just in time to eat dinner back home.”
Robert took his wife’s hand gently, and let Ivan and Robert take the kids home.
In the car.
Other than the kids chatting from time to time, the adults almost didn’t speak at all.
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