Nathalie Quinlan had already put the dicine back into the box, without looking at him, she turned her head and said to Mr. Zachmann, "Grandpa, can I take this dicine back for so research?"
Mr. Zachmann, having lived for decades, had developed a keen eye, and even at his age, his wisdom was unaffected.
Seeing the girl’s unusual reaction, he almost imdiately realized—there’s sothing wrong with this dicine!
He knew it in his heart, but there were so things he couldn’t say in front of Leonardy Zachmann, so he just nodded. Earlier he was talking to Nathalie spiritedly, but in a blink, he seed sowhat weary, saying, "You can take it back."
Nathalie closed the box, unzipped her single shoulder bag, tossed the dicine into the bag she had brought along, then stood up and said to Mr. Zachmann, "Grandpa, I’ll be leaving now."
"Nathalie, are you not having dinner with us tonight?" Mr. Zachmann looked at her intently, hiding his disappointnt.
Nathalie glanced sideways at Leonardy Zachmann and Hendrik Zachmann, unconsciously pinching the strap of her single shoulder bag, and declined Mr. Zachmann, "Next ti."
*
Once outside the nursing ho’s door, Nathalie didn’t leave imdiately. Instead, she found a spot beside the road leaning against the wall, took out her phone, and made a call to Caleb Dax.
Caleb Dax answered imdiately: "What made you think of calling ? What’s up? Is it sothing about Inderia again?"
Nathalie leaned against the roadside, her gaze slightly lifted, her eyes looking dark and deep with no discernible emotion, casually asking him, "Mr. Dax, the small pill prescription I gave you before, has anyone other than you seen it?"
"You an that prescription from last ti?" Caleb Dax, far away at the Pharmaceutical Association, put down what he was doing and carefully recalled before saying, "No, only I have seen it. After I reviewed it, I destroyed it. Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"
Nathalie smiled, her eyes sowhat cold, thinking of sothing, one hand in her pocket, her expression a bit impatient, and her tone involuntarily taking on a rebellious edge: "Soone stole my prescription and made a forgery."
She hadn’t expected anyone would bother with this matter, it was a bit surprising, yet she sowhat admired the other party’s endless audacity to get themselves into trouble.
"Help check if page 56 of the Huangdi Neijing inside the Book Repository is still there."
She always liked to keep things morized rather than written down, typically destroying prescriptions and the like on the spot.
Of course, nothing is absolute.
Initially, in the library of the Pharmaceutical Association, she had casually noted down the prescription for the small pill. Later, she didn’t destroy that draft paper but instead placed it inside a book she was reading at the ti.
Since the other party stole, they must have obtained the prescription from sowhere.
Caleb Dax hadn’t expected such a thing to happen, and after a mont of shock, he imdiately said, "Wait a mont, I’ll have soone check it right away."
"Uh-huh, thank you."
Nathalie hung up the phone.
...
Inside a private room at Rivendell.
Sherrina Yacoub and a few friends who recently got close to Caryn Zachmann were there, along with people from the Overseas dical Association. Sitting at the head was Master Carloska, the honorary president of the Overseas dical Association.
He was speaking with Caryn Zachmann, his gentle tone demonstrating the importance he placed on her.
Caryn Zachmann maintained her lashes slightly lowered throughout, a slight curve at the corner of her mouth, proud yet confident, occasionally replying without losing composure.
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