Zac's colleagues tried to ease the tension, acting as if nothing had happened. In between the clinking of glasses, they all received text messages. "Zac, the boss said that an overseas partner is bringing in a case of toxic transformation in seven days. The report sounds a lot like your wife's condition."
Zac was taken aback, quickly glanced at his phone and grabbed his coat to leave. "Liz, stay here. I'll visit that overseas facility. The case is similar to yours; maybe I can find a way to treat you."
A colleague stopped him. "The surgery has a 95% failure rate and the patient has already signed a body donation consent form. The surgery is likely to fail and the body will be sent to our research institute that day. You can wait at the institute, no need to go all the way there."
"Besides, aren't you already busy enough taking care of your wife? What if she recovers and tries to take advantage of you?"
Zac clenched his fists, looking tangled.