Among all the complex, often mysterious diseases, cancer and parasitic poisons were the hardest to deal with.
Nash was confident when it came to treating cancer. But parasitic poison? That was a different story. Hospital equipment could detect cancer, but a poison like that was undetectable. The treatment was far more complicated.
He opened the door and began to step out of the car.
“How confident are you?” Stellar asked once more, his voice calm but edged with tension.
“20%,” Nash replied without looking back, his voice indifferent.
And with that, he left.
Stellar fell into silence. The car’s interior was thick with unspoken words.
After a long moment, Zakariah finally spoke. “Mr. Sinclair, what do you think?”
Zakariah’s face grew solemn as he replied, “We don’t have much time left. It’ll be difficult to find someone else. If anyone can do it, it’s him.”
He paused and turned his gaze to Nash’s retreating figure before adding, “The fact that he cured old Lewis’ stomach cancer speaks volumes. His skills are extraordinary.”
Back at the villa, Nash returned to the living room, where Hera was sitting on the sofa, her expression sullen as she worked on her laptop.
Harrison and Lauren had stepped out for a bit.
“You don’t seem too happy,” Nash observed, dropping down next to her.
He glanced at the screen where a promotional poster for a microchip was displayed. “Your customer loss is severe. Baroque is about to go bankrupt, isn’t it?”
Hera sighed and closed the laptop, leaning back into the sofa. “It would be great if we could just get a lithography machine capable of producing 7-nanometer chips,” she murmured, her tone filled with frustration.
Nash smiled, his curiosity piqued. “Why don’t you just buy one?”
Hera gave a wry smile. “If we could, we wouldn’t be losing customers! Right now, domestic companies can only produce chips with 12 to 16-nanometer technology, and Baroque only has a few second-hand 22nm machines. And the only 7nm machine in the whole country is practically impossible to get!”
This was the root of Baroque’s problems—an inability to keep up with the technological demands.
Nash tilted his head, still not fully understanding. “Is there a real difference between a 7nm and a 22nm chip?”
Hera patiently explained, “The smaller the chip, the more advanced the technology to produce it. It also means better energy efficiency. In this era of smart devices, backward chip technology will soon be obsolete.”
Nash nodded slowly, only half understanding. “So, the lithography machine you need… is unavailable for purchase?”
Hera’s face darkened. “Yes. Other countries have imposed a technological blockade on us, preventing the export of high-end lithography machines to our country. It’s frustrating.”
Just then, Harrison came down the stairs.
“Nash, Hera, are you two staying here tonight?” he asked, looking between them.
Hera turned to her father with concern. “Dad, how is Grandpa? Is he awake yet?”
Harrison shook his head. “Not yet, but he’s doing better. His breathing is steady.”
“That’s good to hear,” Hera smiled, relieved. She turned to Nash. “So, do you want to head back to the apartment tonight, or would you rather stay here?”
Nash thought for a moment. “Let’s stay here for now. I still need to talk to the old man when he wakes up.”
Hera raised an eyebrow. “About what?”
Nash grinned. “About our lifelong matters.”
Harrison, overhearing, chuckled. “Is there even a need to ask? You two are getting your marriage certificate tomorrow. Why wait?”
Hera smiled playfully. “I wonder who it was who was looking down on Nash just yesterday.”
Harrison blushed, flustered. “I wasn’t looking down on him! I just didn’t want Helena marrying into the Watson family!”
They exchanged a few more lighthearted words before Harrison turned to Maria, instructing her to show Nash and Hera to the guest room on the third floor.
The villa had three floors, with four rooms on each. It wasn’t long before Maria was leading them upstairs.
When they reached the guest room, Maria hesitated. “Hera, Mr. Calcraft, would you like to stay together or…?”
Before she could finish, Nash and Hera spoke in unison.
“Different rooms, please!”
“Shall we stay together?” Hera joked, her eyes wide with surprise.
Nash raised an eyebrow at her. “You really think I want to stay in the same room as you?”
Hera blinked in astonishment. “You… You really want to stay apart from me?”
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