"This patient is the Harding family's youngest grandson, isn't he?"
Tandy had already reviewed Ewan's case previously. Though Ewan wasn't officially his patient and he hadn't visited the Harding estate, he knew the file inside out.
Medically speaking, the emergency surgery had been a success.
The problem was Ewan's absolute refusal to amputate. As a conventional surgeon, Tandy knew conservative recovery was next to impossible.
The boy had completely given up.
A surgeon as in-demand as Tandy didn't have the luxury of playing therapist.
If the patient didn't want to fight, that was the end of it.
Pushing the issue would only waste everyone's time.
"Yes, it's him."
Claire didn't hold back, immediately launching into her proposed treatment plan.
"The optimal route is a complete structural reset. I've studied ancient medical texts and, using my mentor's family heritage, I've conceptualized a topical formula. It operates similarly to the legendary Luminate Bone-Connecting Glaze you hear about in folklore."
"If I can synthesize it, we re-break the bones, operate again, and apply the glaze. I genuinely believe he could walk again."
Tandy let out a heavy sigh, admiring the sheer audacity of the younger generation. "Theoretically, the surgical reset works."
"But are you absolutely certain this glaze is effective?"
Tandy had to bring her back to reality. "His grandfather is a very powerful man. If you heal Ewan, the Harding family will owe you everything. But..."
Claire knew exactly what he was implying.
If she used Ewan as a guinea pig, giving him false hope only to fail, the Hardings would unleash absolute hell upon her.
Claire was confident, but she wasn't delusional.
"That's why I came to you. I need to know if we can find volunteers willing to test the glaze first."
"If we gather concrete clinical data, convincing the Harding family to sign off on the procedure will be much easier."
Tandy stared at her in shock. "Does this miracle glaze of yours actually work?"
What exactly was this girl plotting?
"We won't know until we test it."
"Dr. Tandy, do you have any patients who fit the profile?"
"I do," Tandy admitted. While he was technically a military surgeon,
authority within the hospital
hierarchy was velnes
absolute.
He had mentored countless promising surgeons.
Many of the top specialists were his direct students.
When Tandy led Claire into a conference room to meet his current team, they immediately assumed she was his newest mentee.
"This is Dr. Claire, she's..."
Tandy briefed his students on Claire's research and ordered them to provide full cooperation.
Claire was genuinely touched by the gesture.
But to Tandy, breaking boundaries was the very essence of medical advancement.
"We definitely have patients who fit the criteria, but is this
Bong Connecting Glaze really like
the stuff from the leges.pro
Tandy's third student leaned forward, thoroughly intrigued.
He was an older man in his fifties named Randall Cole.
Randall had been obsessed with martial arts mythology since
childhood. Hearing that some net
was trying to replicate a fabled medical paste had his full attention.
"Claire, have you secured a research lab at your university?"
Tandy hit on the most crucial logistical hurdle.
Claire blinked, entirely unprepared for the question.
She had always compounded her formulas at Hale's house.
After moving to Cabinda, she just synthesized basic remedies in her own apartment.
She had never needed an official lab space before.
University labs were incredibly difficult to secure, especially for a freshman.
Without a faculty sponsor, the administration wouldn't even look at her application.
She would have to find an academic advisor immediately.
Claire already had a reputation as a prodigy in the medical program, so securing an advisor would be a breeze.
The moment she put the word out, professors would be fighting over her.
But Claire had zero interest in locking herself into a mentorship just yet.