Hezti was a little jealous.
‘These people sure are rich. All those herbs are super rare, but they used them in an experiment?’
Hezti took a whiff of the pill and picked up a little knife to scrape a bit of powder off the pill.
He gulped it down, and his eyes went wide with shock.
“You actually figured out how the whole pill works…”
‘Modified but the basics are there, and it’s correct… They’re genius. Paintaker only gave them that lecture last night and we spent most of the night messing around. Yet, these people managed to figure out the whole thing and make a modified pill in mere hours. Genius!’
“The effects have weakened a bit, but now it does help with laryngeal cancer, though not greatly. Forget about modifying the pill. You should use the basics of the Reconstruction Pill and come up with a new medicine for laryngeal cancer.” Hezti was telling the truth, though a bit nervously.
The contestants both made good points for and against the pill.
The contestants were only debating for fun. Now that the creator had given his advice, the debate came to a stop and the contestants left the pavilion. They put their arms around each other despite having had a fierce debate just now while talking about the making of the medicine for laryngeal cancer.
“Don’t forget about the competition, you guys.”
The contestants waved that reminder away dismissively and nodded, then they left. They thought that Hezti was starting to get a little naggy.
Hezti smiled at them.
‘The field of medicine is counting on them now…’
Cancer was the hardest type of disease to cure. Even with the Restoration Pill’s workings, all they had was a path of possibilities.
They still had to go through a lot of experiments and failures before they could make another type of medicine that could cure other types of cancer. They had a long road ahead of them, but as long as they had the desire to explore, they would achieve success sooner or later.
‘We’ll all achieve success…’
Hezti washed himself up and had breakfast. The skies had already brightened up by then.
An expensive car stopped before Renew Pharmaceuticals, and then a man hurried into the courtyard after he got out of the car. “Might you be Mr. Hezti Larson?”
The contestants stopped their discussion and looked at the stranger.
Hezti stood up, confused. “I am, yes…”
‘Ah, good!’
The man happily said, “Hello, Dr. Larson. I’m Chester Wilhelminum, a representative of CAUMP’s Bainbridge branch. You can call me Chester or Mr. Chester, if formality’s your thing.” He handed Hezti a beautifully packaged book.
“I’m told that you still don’t have an invitation letter or medical license. By orders of CAUMP, I am here to present you both of these documents.”
Every contestant must have an invitation letter, which Hezti was planning to get later in the afternoon. All he had to do was seek out CAUMP’s branch and show them Levi’s recommendation letter. He was surprised that CAUMP would send someone over, though.
When he saw the license, Hezti frowned. It was practically useless for him, but it could shut any naysayers up.
“Thanks for coming over, Mr. Wilhelminum. I’ll take the letter, thank you, but take the license back. I’ll get one myself when I need it.”
