𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 | 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞: 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝

☑ ᵍᵒ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵒⁿ ᵇᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵏⁿᵉᵉˢ

ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ｆｏｒｔｙ－ｆｉｖｅ

[chapter's ost]

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The lights flickered for awhile as the electricity seemed to be malfunctioning, the generator machine immediately taking cover. A loud buzzing pushed through the thick barrier of silence right after the room became surprisingly cold.

Daisuke remained wordless while scanning the holographic screen that the medical staff plastered in front of them. Some of her words were inaudibly fuzzy for him, the hollow daze in his chest producing more sound in his perspective than the mumbling of the woman.

"While making the medicine, we ran tests with willing volunteers who were a carrier of the disease. We were very satisfied with the results since the glucose level seemed to be highly decreasing and were maintained in a stable percentage." The redhead glided her fingers, zooming on some of the statistical analysis that would support her statement.

"However after a handful of months after the volunteers' intake, their islets of Langerhans seemed to reduce its synthesizing function. This resulted to the resuming of the organ's inability to control its production of insulin."

"It's.. It's really impossible to deter this kind of disease, especially since it was genetic."

The continuation of her sentence pierced through the ravenette's hearing quite clearly, yet he somehow just wished that he wasn't able to apprehend what it meant. His temper seemed to abnormally rise, his weak and fragile heart begging for him to melt. He unconsciously clenched his teeth together without parting his lips, his jaw moving in an exasperated pace.

"W.. Then.. Why.. Why did you gave me that.. that medication when it was still actually not completely proven to work?"

"We predicted it to be successful, Mr. Kambe. There was some good progress on the reports that we were compiling about the test subjects. It's just that, the human body immediately built a resistance force against the DPP-4."

There was a stinging sound of harsh metal thud that snapped the middle-aged woman's attention away from the files that she was trying so hard to explain. The dullness that her dark eyes possessed seemed to crash in a quick second after witnessing the male slamming his palm on top of her working desk.

The doctor was intimated but, she can't blame the boy. His reaction was reasonable, most especially since she gave him a bittersweet false hope despite her not intending to. She felt horrible to look at the pained expression on his once composed stance, her own self disappointed with what she just caused to.