"You guys go ahead and talk, I'll go by myself today. Let's go together another day." Howard Sullivan tactfully smiled at Henry Brooks, even winked, then turned and left. After all, having just graduated not long ago, Howard Sullivan didn't have such a strong sense of fame and fortune yet. If it were Brian Foster, he wouldn't act like this at a time like this, but Howard Sullivan's attitude actually made Henry Brooks think better of him.

The two of them went to a corner, and Henry Brooks said directly, "If you want to ask about Longlong's illness, I can only tell you that I only know so much."

With these key points, if you still can't get a preliminary understanding and do some research on the illness, saying more is meaningless. Just like when Henry Brooks used to teach students, he strongly agreed with the idea that a master leads you to the door, but cultivation depends on the individual. The master can only give a hint or help at critical moments; the rest depends on the person.

If it was a student taught hand-in-hand, Henry Brooks would rather not have them.

Having prepared to see Henry Brooks today, Kevin Sullivan deliberately dressed warmly, wrapping herself up tightly. But when she saw Henry Brooks, she found that his eyes no longer looked at her lecherously as they had in the past.

"Snap, snap..." Henry Brooks saw that Kevin Sullivan was lost in thought and lightly snapped his fingers twice.

Only then did Kevin Sullivan come back to herself. "Hmm..."

"Were you listening to me?"

"Oh, sorry," Kevin Sullivan hadn't expected to space out and felt quite embarrassed. "I've already found some key points from what you said. There might be a breakthrough. I want to work on this project now, so I wanted to have a good talk with you. After all, you were the one who discovered this first."

"That's not necessary. You can just do it under your own name." As Henry Brooks spoke, he glanced at his watch. "The cafeteria's breakfast time is almost over. If there's nothing else, I'm going to eat."

Damn, is he pretending on purpose? Kevin Sullivan didn't believe it. Even if a person changes, it can't be this fast—a complete 180-degree turn. This was already the second time he'd rejected her...

A nameless anger rose in Kevin Sullivan's heart. If Henry Brooks's previous behavior, almost trying to rape her, was infuriating, now it was even more so. After all, she was the number one beauty doctor at Changzhi Hospital, with countless suitors. But Kevin Sullivan was very pragmatic, focusing most of her energy on her career, and this was the first time—no, the second time in a row—she'd been rejected.

"You're on night shift today, so you should be off tomorrow during the day, right? Let's do lunch tomorrow. I'll let you know the place by phone." Before Henry Brooks could refuse, Kevin Sullivan already said, "Let me treat you to lunch as thanks. You can't possibly refuse that, right? Alright, I'm leaving."

Come on, at least give me a chance to refuse! Watching Kevin Sullivan's departing figure, Henry Brooks shook his head helplessly. Because of what had happened between them before, he really didn't want to have too much contact with Kevin Sullivan, but things rarely go as one wishes.

Forget it. If she keeps pushing, he wouldn't mind "eating" her. Hmm, thinking about it, she's beautiful enough as she is, and when she puts on a doctor's coat, she's even more attractive.

Thinking this way, Henry Brooks felt much more relaxed and called out to Kevin Sullivan's not-yet-distant back, "Hey... It's the middle of summer, be careful not to get heat rash wearing so much. If you really run into a pervert, dressing like this only gives them more room for fantasy. In psychology, this is called indirect seduction."

On the smooth marble floor, Kevin Sullivan suddenly stumbled and almost fell.

"You..." She turned around abruptly, but Henry Brooks was already smiling as he pushed open the door and headed toward the cafeteria.

Chapter 12: Who's Protecting Whom

Watching Henry Brooks leave, Kevin Sullivan suddenly felt like she'd been tricked.

So, to go or not to go—that question tormented Kevin Sullivan for the next several dozen hours.

...

After breakfast, Henry Brooks jogged all the way back to his single dorm. He had already checked the map before; running was much closer than taking the bus. After a few days of recovery, he was confident he could handle the distance.

Once back, he immediately started boiling medicine to nourish his body, then did warm-up exercises. Now, finishing all the moves in the first section still took about an hour and fifty-five minutes.

After drinking the medicine, Henry Brooks went out and ran more than twenty laps—almost five kilometers—before coming back for a short rest. The whole morning passed like this. After lunch, Henry Brooks didn't stop, continuing with his planned simple strength training.

With the support of the medicine, continuous exercise wouldn't have any negative effects on his body. On the contrary, it would help the medicine penetrate and integrate into his body, constantly improving his physical condition.

This kind of steady, unhurried training was packed tightly together, and it wasn't until after three in the morning that Henry Brooks began to use a kind of self-hypnosis to put himself into deep sleep.

This kind of deep rest was already widely used in the federal government, but most people achieved it with machines. Ordinary people only needed two hours of deep rest to fully meet their needs.

But Henry Brooks's self-hypnosis method wasn't as effective as using a machine, and his body wasn't yet at the level where he could control it freely. So he had to sleep from three to six in the morning to fully recover.