Ivy slumped back in her chair, staring blankly. Her face was ashen, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead. Despite her efforts to suppress her fear, a tremor that she couldn't control gave her away. She was afraid. Shawn noticed everything and held her hand, brushing it against his face gently. "Don't do something you'll regret. Just trust that I've got everything. What Cato can do for Erica, I can do the same, or more." "Shawn..." "You've always admired Professor Watson, right? This is a rare opportunity. If you can earn his recognition, it's the greatest form of respect for you. And who knows, maybe someday he'll go the extra mile to hire you and bring you into his lab. Don't you like that?" "I do," Ivy whispered. "But I'm afraid I'll end up like three years ago..." "Three years ago, you neither went to prison nor had your license revoked. You're in the right. What are you afraid of? You haven't done anything wrong." "Professor Watson rarely invites people personally. If you miss this opportunity, you may never get it again." Shawn's words were like a warm current washing over Ivy, dispelling the icy cold in her heart. Ivy held Shawn's hand. "Thank you. I'll go. Tonight is DT Investment Century Lottery’s night, and I need to help out. You focus on your work, and I'll come pick you up after I'm done." "Okay," Ivy replied softly, her gaze now unwavering. Before leaving, she glanced back at Shawn and made a powerful, determined gesture. As she turned away, her gaze became resolute. "Mr. Tate, Professor Watson's personal invitation this time is a test. If Mrs. Tate passes Professor Watson's test, he will undoubtedly extend an offer. This would be a great opportunity for Mrs. Tate's future career. But Mr. Tate, you seem to have forgotten, Professor Watson's compulsory requirement for students is year-round, uninterrupted offline participation in his laboratory. So, Mrs. Tate would have to leave for the UK..." Shawn's expression darkened as he contemplated this revelation. The assistant stopped talking abruptly, as he knew his boss understood the unspoken words. "Let's discuss that later," Shawn avoided the question about long-distance relationships.In fact, with his current circumstances, a long-distance relationship wasn't an issue for him. What he was currently concerned about was the urgent need to find an opportunity to reveal his identity to Ivy in a way that wouldn't anger her. Thinking of how Ivy distanced herself from wealthy individuals, Shawn couldn't help but shake his head. "What's Jasson been up to lately? I haven't heard him chattering around for a while. He hasn't given him any extra tasks, has he?" He needed this emotional strategist to help him plan his situation. "Hasn't he come to bother you again?" Jasson's voice was grumpy and sounded disrespectful, clearly enjoying himself in the midst of debauchery. Shawn frowned, "It's me." There was a moment of silence on the other end, and the annoyed tone subsided a bit. "What is it?" "Where are you?" Shawn inquired. "I'm at the bar." Along with his words came the playful laughter of several women in the background. "Jasson, drink up. If you don't, you won't have a chance to later when the tigress comes." Shawn's eyes took on a deep and enigmatic look. "Who's the tigress?" "Hey, never mind about that," Jasson said hastily. "What do you need?" Shawn could sense the hesitation in his voice and knew something was off. "Hmm?" "Ah, let's talk about it later." Jasson quickly changed the subject. "So, why did you call me? Is there something urgent?" "I'm at the County Clinic, in Ivy's office. Come over and find me." "What's the matter? Why the urgency?" "It's a relationship issue." With the sound of the voice, Jasson's tone suddenly rose, "Did you have a fight with Dr. Jones?" "If you don't come, I'll hang up.""Okay, okay! Jasson quickly responded, "It's just that... um..." “What?” "Um... Lilith isn't there, is she?" The slightly hesitant voice made Shawn sense something unusual. "Are you looking for her? I can ask her to come over." "No need! I'm coming right now." The other party quickly hung up the phone. Not long after, a sports car pulled up precisely at the entrance of the County Clinic. Jasson tumbled out of the back seat, landing in a heap. Shawn, who had been waiting at the entrance, arched an eyebrow at him. The chauffeur handed the keys to Shawn's assistant and called a ride-sharing service before leaving. Shawn wheeled himself over to where Jasson had crashed on the ground, wondering if he had made a wrong decision by calling him. "Get a nurse to give him a sobering IV drip," he instructed his assistant before returning to Ivy's office. Around midnight, Jasson still hadn't returned, but Ivy, looking worried, came in. "What's wrong?" Shawn closed his computer and joined Ivy, asking softly. Ivy sighed, "The patient doesn't have any concerns about the clinical trial, but transferring to the First Hospital in the city is very complicated. The director over there is demanding a high fee, and if we don't agree, they won't accept the patient or our medical team." Shawn furrowed his brows at her words. "Did they also ask Professor Alter to negotiate with Mr. Bob Alter?" Ivy's eyes shone brightly. "How did you know? You're so clever..." Shawn chuckled. "The people from the Alter Group have always been small-minded." They were petty people who, once offended, would hound you like rabid dogs. "This isn't just a simple medical exchange; it's a full-blown business battle," he added. "Their intention is for Professor Alter to seek reconciliation and make her bow her head.” “But the patient's condition can't afford any delays," Ivy sighed. "The medical foundation of the County Clinic has made significant progress in a short time, and it's suitable for ordinary patients. But for a complicated case like this one, the clinic's capability will need at least another ten years to match." "I've contacted the director of Mary Hospital, and I'm hoping they can accept the patient and agree to let Professor Smith and Professor Watson's team take over," Ivy added. She was now preparing documents. However, she continued, "But, Mary Hospital is a private hospital, and the patients there are all wealthy businessmen, celebrities, and politicians. If this matter becomes public and the patient's bone cancer and AIDS condition are revealed, the patients will definitely resist. The director..." Shawn listened attentively and then casually mentioned, "That hospital is fully funded by DT Investments." "Is it...?" Ivy was still busy with her materials, hoping to impress the director with the documents in her hand. Unbeknownst to her, under Shawn's hint, his assistant had already called the director of Mary Hospital. "I'll get everything packed up, and I'll visit Mary Hospital tomorrow morning." Ivy sat next to Shawn. She was exhausted from her relentless efforts and was already drained. But her more significant concern was her inner worry. The patient had gone from having no hope of treatment to now having access to clinical drugs. If successful, this patient would be able to live, and she didn't want to deprive them of this fragile hope due to unnecessary issues. Shawn reached out and gently ran his fingers through her hair. "It might turn around, you know?" "I hope so." At that moment, the recently sobered Jasson burst into the room. "Shawn, I'm here! Come on, spill the beans! What went wrong with your relationship with Dr. Jones? Did Dr. Jones develop a new romantic interest? Come on, tell me who this person is, and your brother will take care of them!" Shawn and Ivy both shared a knowing look; Jasson's arrival promised more chaos. ***