A few days later.
Manley arrived at the Viridis Medical Institute, carrying the card Citrine had given him.
This time, he had no trouble getting in. No one stopped him at the door, and the staff at the research center greeted him with unusual warmth.
"Mr. Carmichael, please wait inside. Our director will be with you shortly," one of the staff members said, ushering him into a comfortable lounge. Before leaving, they thoughtfully brewed him a cup of premium tea reserved for honored guests.
"Thank you." Manley's expression stayed calm, but inside, he was buzzing with excitement.
A dying man always longs for a miracle.
After a short wait, Patten arrived.
When he saw Manley, Patten immediately bent down a little and extended his hand. "Mr. Carmichael, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"Dean Reed, it's good to see you," Manley replied, shaking Patten's hand. He studied Patten, surprised by the brightness in the director's eyes.
Patten recalled what Citrine had told him over the phone, and quickly apologized. "I'm so sorry about before. We didn't know you had a connection with Citrine, so the staff had you wait in line. They were just following protocol—I hope you won't hold it against us."
He felt a little nervous, knowing now that Manley was Citrine's uncle. If he'd known sooner, he never would have let the staff put Manley through the usual procedures. Patten's attitude was almost deferential, anxious not to offend.
Manley was taken aback by Patten's politeness. He knew Patten was a friend of Citrine's, but this level of respect seemed almost excessive.
Still, Manley didn't dwell on it. He gave Patten a polite nod. "It's no problem."
Patten let out a sigh of relief and continued, "Citrine's already filled me in on your situation. Rest assured, we've arranged for the institute's top physician to handle your case."
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