Chapter 900 The Doberman And The Cat
Of course, that meant Hera would need to be closely monitored. Everything, from her diet and rest schedule to any other medication she took, could affect the drug’s performance. Her entire recovery process would need to be carefully controlled to ensure optimal results.
More than that, Hera also needed to undergo a round of acupuncture and soak in a medicinal bath to speed up her recovery. This was exactly why she felt confident that the movie’s shooting schedule wouldn’t be delayed, because she had this man on her team.
Though he ranked just below Zhane in terms of medical talent, Dr. Zigheart was a relentless workaholic with no life outside his lab. Naturally, he had countless methods for healing tucked away in his arsenal.
While Zhane was a globally renowned genius, the top surgeon and doctor recognized around the world, Dr. Zigheart had always been obsessed with surpassing him. He constantly pushed himself, studying everything from pharmaceutical development to acupuncture and alternative medicine.
Unfortunately for him, Zhane had recently begun learning ancient healing techniques and herbal medicine too, sending Dr. Zigheart into another frantic spiral of competition.
In truth, Dr. Zigheart was supposed to return to the country weeks ago to begin a collaborative case study at Dr. Everett’s hospital as part of his research. But a breakthrough with two experimental drugs had kept him from leaving.
The delay turned out to be a hidden blessing; it not only helped Leo but would now benefit Hera as well. Everything had worked out in the end... though Dr. Zigheart looked every bit like a man who had been burning the candle at both ends.
"Do you want to head to the hotel and get some rest first? I can deliver the medicine to Young Miss myself," Cindy offered gently, eyeing the redness in Dr. Zigheart’s eyes and the heavy dark circles beneath them. Honestly, he looked terrible; if she didn’t know better, she might have mistaken him for some kind of addict. There was just something off and almost alarming about his appearance.
Of course, she knew the reason behind it: he had pulled yet another all-nighter, running on nothing but caffeine while buried under a mountain of case files and research papers. He was clearly pushing himself to the limit.
Meanwhile, Zhane, despite looking a bit stressed, still managed to appear effortlessly composed and strikingly handsome in comparison, as always. In contrast, Zigheart’s unkempt hair, growing stubble, and haunted expression made him look like a shadow of the refined, handsome gentleman he used to be.