Chapter 238

After entering the storage room, Zelda began cleaning up. The room had clearly been neglected for ages, and dust covered every surface. It took her two hours to get it into a somewhat presentable state. During her cleaning, she came across a plaque introducing the dean of the institute—Edgar Rutherford, a stern-looking man in his 60s or 70s. In the afternoon, the director of Mercy Hospital Daprein, Edwin, called. "Dr. Wade, how's everything going at the institute?" "Not exactly smooth," Zelda replied with a smile. Edwin's tone shifted with slight concern. "Dr. Wade, is something wrong?" "No," Zelda said, her gaze lowering. "I can handle it. You don't need to worry. How is my grandfather doing?" Hearing Zelda mention her grandfather, Edwin sighed and offered a few comforting words. "Dr. Wade, life and death are natural parts of life. They're beyond anyone's control. Your grandfather is severely ill. Even with the most advanced equipment, he may only have about three months left."