He is a thief, Doctor!

The following morning, Ansel returned to the Castillo group building without hesitation, having completed the task of delivering the drugs to Anthony.

Ansel felt his eyes grow heavy, his lids fluttering as he surrendered to yet another yawn. The deep shuddering breaths that followed showed that his body was screaming for rest.

The previous night's marathon session of concocting pain-relieving remedies had consumed him so completely that the concept of rest seemed like a distant memory.

He was so bent on creating drugs for his little honeycomb that sleep vanished from his eyes.

Ansel's body felt like it was on the verge of shattering into a thousand fragments, as if the sheer force of his exhaustion might splinter him into pieces at any moment.

At one point, Ansel attempted to stretch his weary body, hoping to loosen the stiffness that had taken hold of his limbs, but no matter how hard he tried, his muscles remained stubbornly rigid.

Some of the workers who were passing by gave him we
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