“Friend?” Dr. Jia frowned. “No, Green Gram wasn’t my friend. He was my assistant, or a student.”0

“No, he was your friend,” Gregor said bluntly. “You just didn’t realize it.”0

Dr. Jia fell into thought and took another sip of beer. “Whatever, I’ll keep going.”0

There were times when Dr. Jia wondered why Green Gram did what he did. He didn’t make a good researcher, and his Talent didn’t increase his intelligence. Why would he stay as Dr. Jia’s caretaker and endure his temper? Was he a masochist?0

Once, Dr. Jia got hit with a serious flu. He ended up bedridden for three days. Green Gram personally nursed him back to health.0

Mind hazy from the fever, Dr. Jia asked Green Gram, “Why...0