The batch of patients this time was different from those in the morning. They were primarily lymphoma patients.
The blood samples were brought into the sterile room, underwent the same process and testing, and the resulting outcomes were similar to the morning's, leaving Gavin Wilson disheartened.
Upon seeing this, Tara Summer consoled him, telling him about the countless failures they experienced at the Washington Medical Research Institute before seeing a hint of progress.
If it hadn't been difficult to find the poison worm and had there been sufficient funds for advanced research, they might have developed the drug by now.
If they had become disappointed after two attempts, they would have given up long ago!
Of course, Gavin Wilson understood her meaning, acknowledging the inevitable sense of loss, but he assured her he wouldn't give up easily.
Tara Summer nodded, lightly patted his shoulder. Gavin Wilson shyly smiled, his handsome face momentarily flushing.
