Lance couldn't help feeling quite helpless. He had told her countless times to get some rest.
When he walked in, Paracelsus was bent over her work, her workbench in front of her cluttered with various experimental materials, not to mention the microscope that even Hamlet had only one of.
"Why haven't you gone home to rest yet?"
Lance walked over and said, waking her from the heavy research she was absorbed in.
When she looked up, Lance was at a loss for words. Those heavy dark circles, the gaunt face, the fatigued expression, it almost looked like Lance had been mistreating her.
"I've made a great discovery!" But Paracelsus didn't care at all. Her exhaustion couldn't hide her excitement as she spoke.
"No matter how busy you are with research, you have to ensure you get some rest. If you ruin your health, how can you continue your research?"
Lance didn't seem to care, until she spoke again.
"I think I've found a drug to treat leprosy."
