"You're a doctor, Quincy. You've seen all of Dorothy's health reports; you know the situation. I'll let you examine me, and then you decide if we need to switch roles," Everett spoke gravely, pausing for a moment. "Once I start depending on your antidote, I won't let you die either. We'll be in this together."

Quincy didn't reject the proposal outright this time but pursed her lips instead. "I'll think about it."

Her own life was on the line; she had to be extremely cautious! If Everett was playing some game, or... what if he decided to risk it all rather than be blackmailed by her? That would be playing with fire! Switching to Everett wasn't an ideal choice.

But...

Dorothy's health was deteriorating fast. It was hard to say how long she could hold on. While it's difficult to predict someone's lifespan, given her condition, it wouldn't be surprising if she fell seriously ill and passed away soon after. And if that happened, Everett would surely blame Quincy, regardless of whether it was her poison that caused it or not, and ensure she faced the consequences.

When Dorothy woke up, she found herself in a hospital room, her clothes replaced with a hospital gown, free of any bloodstains.

"Uh..."

Opening her eyes, she felt dizzy, perhaps from sleeping too long.

"You're awake."

immediately put aside his work and came over to her

nodded, "Yeah, you... why are you

were vomiting blood. Who else should be

"Sorry, I didn't mean

before, no staying up late, don't let work damage your health. And

mad. I just get carried away with work. You, of

to work on that project anymore. I'll assign someone

"The project has already been handed off once. Handing it off again would make our partners

it was like going through an apocalypse. He couldn't

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