There seemed to be some toxins in the body. If a normal person became ill like him, he would have died long ago. It was strange that Lance was still alive. It was just that he was living in pain.
If what Sam said was true, then Nelson’s condition was more serious. He should be having difficulties getting out of bed, right?
“Sirs, what do you think?” Sam asked.
The other two doctors lowered their heads as they did not know what to do. They could only get a gist of the situation, but they could not see the cause of Lance’s illness at all.
It seemed like an illness, but it also seemed like poison. It seemed to be congenital, but it also seemed to be man-made.
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