In two days Justin Yeager would be dead. Kento had been working without sleep on the synthesis process, all the while receiving phone calls from Lydia Yeager. But the test numbers didn’t look good. The most advanced stopgap measures had little effect on the terminal symptoms, and as predicted Justin’s symptoms were only getting worse. If they could lengthen his life by just one day they would have time to send the drug to Portugal, but this wasn’t going to happen. It was 1:00 a.m. on March 1. Kento felt hopeless as he let Jeong-hoon in. “Here’s the NMR, and these are the MASS and IR.” As Jeong-hoon passed Kento the sheaf of printouts, he noticed how depressed he was. “What happened?” Kento checked the analysis results, saw that the synthesis was going well, and was about to perform the final reaction. “The experiment’s on track. Just as we planned. But we weren’t able to make up the thirty hours.”
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