Vincent’s injury had struck a sensitive area—his shoulder blade. After tearing it a second time, his hopes for recovery were fading.

However, this so-called miracle drug came with a catch—it might impact his mental health.

The doctor looked at Katelyn, his expression grave.

“It won’t lead to serious consequences. Mr. Adams might experience some minor psychological effects, like old childhood traumas surfacing. But these effects are minimal compared to how much this drug will help his wound heal faster.”

The doctor then turned his gaze back to Vincent.

“From my professional point of view, I highly recommend that you take the medication, Mr. Adams. Your recovery is so slow that you risk permanent damage to your arm.”

Now, it was up to him to decide.

Vincent looked at the white bottle of miracle medicine, a weighty expression on his face.

His injury was on his right shoulder, and if things went badly, he could lose all strength in his right arm, leaving him nearly helpless. But the drug would impact his mind. If he could handle the mental pressure and had the determination to persevere, the benefits would outweigh the risks.

Katelyn noticed Vincent’s uncertainty and quickly turned to the doctor.

“Has this drug been tested in clinical trials? Are you certain it won’t cause serious mental issues? If something goes wrong, will your team take responsibility?”

Between physical disability and mental instability, the latter was definitely the bigger threat. They had only one chance to make this decision, and it was a risk they couldn’t afford to take.

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The doctor said seriously, “While this drug hasn’t been officially released, it has undergone hundreds of clinical trials. The results varied because each participant’s mental resilience was different. However, we can guarantee that none of the patients developed any mental health issues.”

Katelyn pressed her lips together. The truth was, there was no such thing as a real miracle drug.

Every medication has its risks, regardless of how advanced or pricey it is. There are always some side effects involved.

She wanted to say more, but before she could, Vincent quickly replied, “I’ll take the drug.” It was definitely a gamble.

Confronted with the chance of becoming completely disabled, Vincent chose to take the risk.

If he hesitated now, he wouldn’t be the decisive Vincent Adams everyone knew.

A flicker of surprise crossed Katelyn’s eyes.

She paused before saying, “Mr. Adams, we can’t fully guarantee how this drug will work…”

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Jaxen, who had been observing Vincent closely, frowned. As a close friend, he had always stood by Vincent’s choices without question. This was the first time he had expressed disagreement.

“No, this is way too dangerous. There has to be other options.”

Vincent glanced at Jaxen, his shoulder heavily bandaged. “I’m ready to take the risk and face whatever comes next.”

Katelyn’s nails had unconsciously dug into her palms as her expression changed.

Once Vincent made up his mind, no one could sway him. He didn’t want to feel useless, so he was willing to take the chance, even with the huge risks involved.

Jaxen knew Vincent well and could only let out a quiet sigh of resignation.

“The first night of treatment is crucial,” the doctor said. “It would be best if one of you stayed with Mr. Adams the entire time. The nurses will also be on standby 24/7 with sedatives to help stabilize his condition.”

“Got it,” Vincent said, nodding calmly.

Even though he was the one facing the risk, he appeared much more composed than Katelyn and Jaxen. The cold needle of the syringe filled with the miracle drug was quickly injected into Vincent’s body.

“Just this one injection is all he needs. If he makes it through tonight, there shouldn’t be any more problems,” the doctor said before leaving the room.

Katelyn looked up at Vincent, her voice steady.

“I’m staying here with you tonight. If you notice anything unusual, you need to tell me right away.”

Even though Vincent was the one who received the injection, Katelyn felt a heavy weight on her chest, as if the air had been knocked out of her.

She couldn’t interfere with Vincent’s decisions, and the thought of anything happening to him was unbearable. A faint smile appeared at the corner of Vincent’s lips, as if he were trying to reassure her. “It’s okay, don’t worry too much.”

Vincent’s room was barely big enough for an extra bed.

Katelyn and Jaxen took turns keeping watch over him. The first half of the night passed peacefully, but suddenly, chaos erupted in the dead of night!

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