Nathan asked, sitting up.
A heavy silence fell upon the room, followed by a wave of sadness.
âAldric, I can sense my own condition.
You donât have to hide it from me.
No matter how dire the outcome, I can handle it.
â
Aldric fought back his tears.
âIâm sorry.
I feel powerless.
I havenât been able to find a way to cure you.
â
With shaky hands, he passed the test report to Nathan and went on.
âThe inhibitor has been used excessively, and your body has developed resistance to it.
Initially, you required a shot every seven days, but then itâs every five days, sometimes even as frequently as every three days when the symptom resurfaces.
Once your body fully adapts to the inhibitorâs effects, it wonât be able to restrain the virus any Longer.
Moreover, the virus has been spreading in your body again recently.
Your fainting episode and the decline in your physical strength are both signs of your health deteriorating.
â
Nathanâs brows furrowed and his lips turned pale.
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âHow bad can it get?â
âThe worst-case scenario is complete paralysis, and thatâs just for the physical complication.
I canât say for certain if there will be other illnesses as the inhibitorâs effectiveness against the virus gradually diminishes.
â
Aldricâs eyes were filled with sorrow.
âRegardless⦠The situation does not look good.
â
Having spoken, he lapsed into silence again.
In the heavy atmosphere, Nathan let out a chuckle and asked, âSo, how long do you think I have left?â
Aldric sighed and extended his hand.
âNo more than five months?â
âYes, and during that time, youâll need to be well taken care of.
â
Sonny stood quietly to the side, listening to their conversation.
His fists clenched so tightly that the veins bulged.
He hung his head, tears silently streaming down his cheeks.
âOkay, I see.
â
Nathanâs mind was reeling as he took in the doctorâs grim news.
After a prolonged moment of shock, he finally tried to nod, as if reluctantly accepting the doctorâs pronouncement.