Chapter 184
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The typhoon was forecasted to have maximum winds of 205 km/h and gustiness of up to 255 km/h. Even if PAGASA did not yet classify it yet as a super typhoon, it remained to be a powerful tropical cyclone with a huge diameter of 900 kilometers.
Dr. Aijohn looked out far beyond the window worriedly after he watched the news. Though typhoon occurences in Palawan, specifically in places closer to their plantation, was rarely heard of, but during the last onset, this cost the life of Hailey. He couldn't understand what he felt. All of a sudden, a mixed feeling of fear and loneliness crept into his heart.
Dr. Grace saw him and she walked towards him right away. With an arm wrapping around his waist, she looked up to him.
"Dear, is it about Hailey or the plants? "
Dr. Aijohn looked down on her. Having stopped from her work to personally take care of her twins, she gained some weight but still her attractiveness remained.
"I'm sorry, Gracie. I just remember it suddenly. I'm also worried for the farm and the possibility of a great damage. As of now, we are again running out of stock due to the high demand. Those plants have unique characteristics. They never grow outside the forest soil. " Dr. Aijohn honestly explained.
"If this typhoon would cause damage to the plants, how long can we restock and how long can we still provide?" Dr. Grace asked.
"All our available stocks right now are already allocated to those who are currently enrolled. We can no longer accept new patients. We cannot dare to let them start and not complete it. It would be too risky. The people would surely put the blame on us. "
"How about our farms abroad other countries? "She asked further.
"We have already signed an agreement with the government agencies about product allocations among those countries we have penetrated. Each farm is allocated to group of countries as agreed. For example, Phillipines and other designated Asian countries can only get from Palawan production. "
"I see. What shall we do now? "She asked while pushing her head into his chest.
"After this current batch, we cannot accept another set should anything bad will happen to the farm." Dr. Aijohn patiently answered.
Dr. Aijohn never allowed Dr. Grace to involve herself in the business. His own bitter experience of a broken home wouldn't allow his own conscience to put his family into a similar risk. He didn't like the idea of having his kids grow up with a nanny alone. He believed that parents should be there in their most critical period of growth and development especially during the formative years. To spare her from boredom, he allowed her instead to work in a hospital as a reliever.
While they were still discussing about the coming typhoon, another horrible news struck them.
"A huge forest fire just broke out thirty minutes ago in Oriental Mindoro, consuming an estimated 15 hectares of land as of this moment. It is thought to be caused by a lightning but speculations have it that it could be caused by some angered individuals who were being refused with the treatment course of Hailey's Pill."
Dr. Aijohn sanked in his seat. Another bigger problem had set in even before the onset of another threat. That particular place held one of the biggest areas of their plantation. It would only mean another closure of Hailey's Pill treatment course for a longer time.
Though Palawan contains one of the largest, longest and the most diversed rainforest throughout Southeast Asia, there are still many areas which are not penetrable due to danger threats.
Soon, Dr. Aijohn's calls had been non - stop and for the next hour, he had been engrossed into answering and making lots of calls.
An emergency meeting was held and the final decision was made. The current enrollees would be entitled to the remaining products on hand but they must announce a temporary closure of accepting another batch for the treatment course. A quick inventory was done and indeed, the remaining bottles available could not even complete one course of treatment. The harvest time was still six months after and thus, there was no way to have it continued.
After the meeting, Dr. Aijohn was left alone in the conference room. He was really saddened by this natural calamity that would crush down the hopes of those who were quieing up for the treatment. Those plants weren't just wild grass to be easily grown. It needs to be cultivated. It required specific care and attention to make it thrive. And most of all, it required a specific time before it could be harvested and processed.
While thinking about it, there was a knock on the door. His secretary came in.
"Doc, someone wants to see you privately. He said his name is Mr. C. He is waiting at the Hailey's Pen procedure room. "
Mr. C? Waiting at the procedure room? Why not here in his office? Anyway, he was already alone. His in - laws, the three Waynes and his research team had already left.
Bothered by this odd request, he stood up and walked towards the procedure room. Looking ahead, he saw him wearing a mask but his built was too familiar. Sensing his coming, he called out.
"Please call me Mr. C." He smiled as he removed his mask when he saw that Dr. Aijohn locked the door.
"Mr. C! " Dr. Aijohn laughed. He felt tickled by his odd behaviour.
"Dr. John, promise me that it would just be between you and me. I come here to request you personally to check the severity of this illness. "
Dr. Aijohn's smile totally left from his lips. For sure, he was not joking. This was just too astounding, there's no way he could accept this!
"Why, Mr. C? What are you feeling right now? " Dr. Aijohn asked in a quivering voice.
"I have been diagnosed with Chronic Myeloid Leukemia, eight years ago. My mother died because of this also. In fact, you know that this length of survival is already a miracle. I have been into treatment and fortunately, I have been into a remission stage. I thought I have been already completely healed. I have been taking Tyrosine Kinase Inhibitor, the drug of choice for CML but because I have been so busy lately, I always skip it. "
He added. "And lately, I have been taking high doses of pain relievers. "
Chronic myeloid leukemia (CML) is a type of cancer that starts in certain blood-forming cells of the bone marrow.
"My goodness, Mr. C! Why are you so late in coming to me? We have been treating people, how can you be silent with your own nightmare? Don't you want to live? How about your children? Your wife? Your family? How can you allow yourself to leave them? You know that you could have avoided it. Why do you want to die, instead? " Dr. Aijohn already broke into tears. He could just not accept the fate of this special person in his life.
"My wife doesn't know about this and so my whole family. Promise me, Dr. Aijohn that you won't steal the allocated products of these ongoing batch just so that you could give it to me. " He said calmly.
"Just take these remaining bottles. I will find ways to get the extra bottles from other branches in order to complete your treatment course."
"Don't do that. It's my fault. Do not break the agreement you yourself had implemented. It will harm your reputation. " Mr. C warned.
"Whatever it takes! I don't care about the harm of my reputation if it would save a loved one."
While Mr. C lied down under Hailey's Pen, and Dr. Aijohn looked into the severity of his illness through the monitor. Dr. Aijohn shook his head as he broke into a sob again.
"I hate you, Mr. C! You have such a poor prognosis now! "
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The typhoon was forecasted to have maximum winds of 205 km/h and gustiness of up to 255 km/h. Even if PAGASA did not yet classify it yet as a super typhoon, it remained to be a powerful tropical cyclone with a huge diameter of 900 kilometers.
Dr. Aijohn looked out far beyond the window worriedly after he watched the news. Though typhoon occurences in Palawan, specifically in places closer to their plantation, was rarely heard of, but during the last onset, this cost the life of Hailey. He couldn't understand what he felt. All of a sudden, a mixed feeling of fear and loneliness crept into his heart.
Dr. Grace saw him and she walked towards him right away. With an arm wrapping around his waist, she looked up to him.
"Dear, is it about Hailey or the plants? "
Dr. Aijohn looked down on her. Having stopped from her work to personally take care of her twins, she gained some weight but still her attractiveness remained.
"I'm sorry, Gracie. I just remember it suddenly. I'm also worried for the farm and the possibility of a great damage. As of now, we are again running out of stock due to the high demand. Those plants have unique characteristics. They never grow outside the forest soil. " Dr. Aijohn honestly explained.
"If this typhoon would cause damage to the plants, how long can we restock and how long can we still provide?" Dr. Grace asked.
"All our available stocks right now are already allocated to those who are currently enrolled. We can no longer accept new patients. We cannot dare to let them start and not complete it. It would be too risky. The people would surely put the blame on us. "
"How about our farms abroad other countries? "She asked further.
"We have already signed an agreement with the government agencies about product allocations among those countries we have penetrated. Each farm is allocated to group of countries as agreed. For example, Phillipines and other designated Asian countries can only get from Palawan production. "
"I see. What shall we do now? "She asked while pushing her head into his chest.
"After this current batch, we cannot accept another set should anything bad will happen to the farm." Dr. Aijohn patiently answered.
Dr. Aijohn never allowed Dr. Grace to involve herself in the business. His own bitter experience of a broken home wouldn't allow his own conscience to put his family into a similar risk. He didn't like the idea of having his kids grow up with a nanny alone. He believed that parents should be there in their most critical period of growth and development especially during the formative years. To spare her from boredom, he allowed her instead to work in a hospital as a reliever.
While they were still discussing about the coming typhoon, another horrible news struck them.
"A huge forest fire just broke out thirty minutes ago in Oriental Mindoro, consuming an estimated 15 hectares of land as of this moment. It is thought to be caused by a lightning but speculations have it that it could be caused by some angered individuals who were being refused with the treatment course of Hailey's Pill."
Dr. Aijohn sanked in his seat. Another bigger problem had set in even before the onset of another threat. That particular place held one of the biggest areas of their plantation. It would only mean another closure of Hailey's Pill treatment course for a longer time.
Though Palawan contains one of the largest, longest and the most diversed rainforest throughout Southeast Asia, there are still many areas which are not penetrable due to danger threats.
Soon, Dr. Aijohn's calls had been non - stop and for the next hour, he had been engrossed into answering and making lots of calls.
An emergency meeting was held and the final decision was made. The current enrollees would be entitled to the remaining products on hand but they must announce a temporary closure of accepting another batch for the treatment course. A quick inventory was done and indeed, the remaining bottles available could not even complete one course of treatment. The harvest time was still six months after and thus, there was no way to have it continued.
After the meeting, Dr. Aijohn was left alone in the conference room. He was really saddened by this natural calamity that would crush down the hopes of those who were quieing up for the treatment. Those plants weren't just wild grass to be easily grown. It needs to be cultivated. It required specific care and attention to make it thrive. And most of all, it required a specific time before it could be harvested and processed.
While thinking about it, there was a knock on the door. His secretary came in.
"Doc, someone wants to see you privately. He said his name is Mr. C. He is waiting at the Hailey's Pen procedure room. "
Mr. C? Waiting at the procedure room? Why not here in his office? Anyway, he was already alone. His in - laws, the three Waynes and his research team had already left.
Bothered by this odd request, he stood up and walked towards the procedure room. Looking ahead, he saw him wearing a mask but his built was too familiar. Sensing his coming, he called out.
"Please call me Mr. C." He smiled as he removed his mask when he saw that Dr. Aijohn locked the door.
"Mr. C! " Dr. Aijohn laughed. He felt tickled by his odd behaviour.
"Dr. John, promise me that it would just be between you and me. I come here to request you personally to check the severity of this illness. "
Dr. Aijohn's smile totally left from his lips. For sure, he was not joking. This was just too astounding, there's no way he could accept this!
"Why, Mr. C? What are you feeling right now? " Dr. Aijohn asked in a quivering voice.
"I have been diagnosed with Chronic Myeloid Leukemia, eight years ago. My mother died because of this also. In fact, you know that this length of survival is already a miracle. I have been into treatment and fortunately, I have been into a remission stage. I thought I have been already completely healed. I have been taking Tyrosine Kinase Inhibitor, the drug of choice for CML but because I have been so busy lately, I always skip it. "
He added. "And lately, I have been taking high doses of pain relievers. "
Chronic myeloid leukemia (CML) is a type of cancer that starts in certain blood-forming cells of the bone marrow.
"My goodness, Mr. C! Why are you so late in coming to me? We have been treating people, how can you be silent with your own nightmare? Don't you want to live? How about your children? Your wife? Your family? How can you allow yourself to leave them? You know that you could have avoided it. Why do you want to die, instead? " Dr. Aijohn already broke into tears. He could just not accept the fate of this special person in his life.
"My wife doesn't know about this and so my whole family. Promise me, Dr. Aijohn that you won't steal the allocated products of these ongoing batch just so that you could give it to me. " He said calmly.
"Just take these remaining bottles. I will find ways to get the extra bottles from other branches in order to complete your treatment course."
"Don't do that. It's my fault. Do not break the agreement you yourself had implemented. It will harm your reputation. " Mr. C warned.
"Whatever it takes! I don't care about the harm of my reputation if it would save a loved one."
While Mr. C lied down under Hailey's Pen, and Dr. Aijohn looked into the severity of his illness through the monitor. Dr. Aijohn shook his head as he broke into a sob again.
"I hate you, Mr. C! You have such a poor prognosis now! "
The typhoon was forecasted to have maximum winds of 205 km/h and gustiness of up to 255 km/h. Even if PAGASA did not yet classify it yet as a super typhoon, it remained to be a powerful tropical cyclone with a huge diameter of 900 kilometers. Dr. Aijohn looked out far beyond the window worriedly after he watched the news. Though typhoon occurences in Palawan, specifically in places closer to their plantation, was rarely heard of, but during the last onset, this cost the life of Hailey. He couldn't understand what he felt. All of a sudden, a mixed feeling of fear and loneliness crept into his heart. Dr. Grace saw him and she walked towards him right away. With an arm wrapping around his waist, she looked up to him. "Dear, is it about Hailey or the plants? " Dr. Aijohn looked down on her. Having stopped from her work to personally take care of her twins, she gained some weight but still her attractiveness remained. "I'm sorry, Gracie. I just remember it suddenly. I'm also worried for the farm and the possibility of a great damage. As of now, we are again running out of stock due to the high demand. Those plants have unique characteristics. They never grow outside the forest soil. " Dr. Aijohn honestly explained. "If this typhoon would cause damage to the plants, how long can we restock and how long can we still provide?" Dr. Grace asked. "All our available stocks right now are already allocated to those who are currently enrolled. We can no longer accept new patients. We cannot dare to let them start and not complete it. It would be too risky. The people would surely put the blame on us. " "How about our farms abroad other countries? "She asked further. "We have already signed an agreement with the government agencies about product allocations among those countries we have penetrated. Each farm is allocated to group of countries as agreed. For example, Phillipines and other designated Asian countries can only get from Palawan production. " "I see. What shall we do now? "She asked while pushing her head into his chest. "After this current batch, we cannot accept another set should anything bad will happen to the farm." Dr. Aijohn patiently answered. Dr. Aijohn never allowed Dr. Grace to involve herself in the business. His own bitter experience of a broken home wouldn't allow his own conscience to put his family into a similar risk. He didn't like the idea of having his kids grow up with a nanny alone. He believed that parents should be there in their most critical period of growth and development especially during the formative years. To spare her from boredom, he allowed her instead to work in a hospital as a reliever. While they were still discussing about the coming typhoon, another horrible news struck them. "A huge forest fire just broke out thirty minutes ago in Oriental Mindoro, consuming an estimated 15 hectares of land as of this moment. It is thought to be caused by a lightning but speculations have it that it could be caused by some angered individuals who were being refused with the treatment course of Hailey's Pill." Dr. Aijohn sanked in his seat. Another bigger problem had set in even before the onset of another threat. That particular place held one of the biggest areas of their plantation. It would only mean another closure of Hailey's Pill treatment course for a longer time.Though Palawan contains one of the largest, longest and the most diversed rainforest throughout Southeast Asia, there are still many areas which are not penetrable due to danger threats. Soon, Dr. Aijohn's calls had been non - stop and for the next hour, he had been engrossed into answering and making lots of calls. An emergency meeting was held and the final decision was made. The current enrollees would be entitled to the remaining products on hand but they must announce a temporary closure of accepting another batch for the treatment course. A quick inventory was done and indeed, the remaining bottles available could not even complete one course of treatment. The harvest time was still six months after and thus, there was no way to have it continued. After the meeting, Dr. Aijohn was left alone in the conference room. He was really saddened by this natural calamity that would crush down the hopes of those who were quieing up for the treatment. Those plants weren't just wild grass to be easily grown. It needs to be cultivated. It required specific care and attention to make it thrive. And most of all, it required a specific time before it could be harvested and processed. While thinking about it, there was a knock on the door. His secretary came in. "Doc, someone wants to see you privately. He said his name is Mr. C. He is waiting at the Hailey's Pen procedure room. " Mr. C? Waiting at the procedure room? Why not here in his office? Anyway, he was already alone. His in - laws, the three Waynes and his research team had already left. Bothered by this odd request, he stood up and walked towards the procedure room. Looking ahead, he saw him wearing a mask but his built was too familiar. Sensing his coming, he called out. "Please call me Mr. C." He smiled as he removed his mask when he saw that Dr. Aijohn locked the door. "Mr. C! " Dr. Aijohn laughed. He felt tickled by his odd behaviour. "Dr. John, promise me that it would just be between you and me. I come here to request you personally to check the severity of this illness. " Dr. Aijohn's smile totally left from his lips. For sure, he was not joking. This was just too astounding, there's no way he could accept this! "Why, Mr. C? What are you feeling right now? " Dr. Aijohn asked in a quivering voice. "I have been diagnosed with Chronic Myeloid Leukemia, eight years ago. My mother died because of this also. In fact, you know that this length of survival is already a miracle. I have been into treatment and fortunately, I have been into a remission stage. I thought I have been already completely healed. I have been taking Tyrosine Kinase Inhibitor, the drug of choice for CML but because I have been so busy lately, I always skip it. " He added. "And lately, I have been taking high doses of pain relievers. " Chronic myeloid leukemia CML is a type of cancer that starts in certain blood-forming cells of the bone marrow. "My goodness, Mr. C! Why are you so late in coming to me? We have been treating people, how can you be silent with your own nightmare? Don't you want to live? How about your children? Your wife? Your family? How can you allow yourself to leave them? You know that you could have avoided it. Why do you want to die, instead? " Dr. Aijohn already broke into tears. He could just not accept the fate of this special person in his life. "My wife doesn't know about this and so my whole family. Promise me, Dr. Aijohn that you won't steal the allocated products of these ongoing batch just so that you could give it to me. " He said calmly. "Just take these remaining bottles. I will find ways to get the extra bottles from other branches in order to complete your treatment course." "Don't do that. It's my fault. Do not break the agreement you yourself had implemented. It will harm your reputation. " Mr. C warned. "Whatever it takes! I don't care about the harm of my reputation if it would save a loved one." While Mr. C lied down under Hailey's Pen, and Dr. Aijohn looked into the severity of his illness through the monitor. Dr. Aijohn shook his head as he broke into a sob again. "I hate you, Mr. C! You have such a poor prognosis now! "
