Gradually, the director's heartbeat stabilized, and his breathing eased.

Camila breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that their timely intervention had proven successful.

Assisting the director to sit up, she inquired, "Feeling any better?"

The director nodded weakly. “Yes, much better."

“Sir, you..."

The group looked at him with concern etched across their faces.

They were primarily researchers, but they were all well-versed in the medical field.

It was evident to everyone that he was unwell; the signs were hard to miss.

While numerous ailments could cause sudden breathing difficulties, pinpointing his exact illness remained elusive.

Attempting to downplay his condition, the director rose to his feet and waved dismissively. “Just old age catching up with me, I suppose."

"You're unwell," Hyman asserted.

“We'll be worried if you keep this from us," another voice chimed in, echoing the collective concern of the group.

Confronted with their inquiries and genuine concern, the director relented with a resigned sigh. “I didn't want to burden you with my troubles. But... alright. I have a malignant arrhythmia."

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"I'm fine. Don't worry," the director interjected firmly, not wanting to burden them further with his own health issues. "I declare that I will officially retire from today onwards. From now on, Ms. Haynes will be the director. Please cooperate with her so that I can rest assured. Can I count on that?"

“Yes, of course," Hyman responded promptly.

A chorus of agreement followed. “Sir, don't worry. We will collaborate with Ms. Haynes and continue our pursuit of creating the most efficient and precise heart."

The director's spirits lifted at their commitment. "I'm glad to hear that. You're all exceptional professionals. How about I treat you all to a meal?" he suggested, his mood lightening as he looked around at his team.

"I'll pass," Camila replied.

"But you're pivotal to this team. How can you skip it?"