After gene sequencing is done he notes results but it doesn't seem serious enough to call anybody instead it seems some way of producing a cure or something like that Rina mentioned sparked that fire in him that made him become a doctor in the first place. Outside the minimum number of hours, he was assigned to rest. Over several days, thanks to Farhvan, he managed to get a few Blood samples from other meta species and approached the issue with methodical precision it made him an Honor Student when he graduated and one of the foremost scientists in bioengineering for the corporations in SiM. Mixed with unparalleled senses and fortitude of his kind. As soon as his shift ended he started to work on his project giving it about 6 hours on work days and 12 on weekends. For mortals gene sequencing after gene sequencing and parsing results in mind-numbing silence with supernatural precision, while taking notes, devising tests, failing them, and going from the start might make a living crazy. At least one of the benefits of being dead...and already a bit crazy. Two weeks after starting he began to see patterns as shadows in the dark but they were nearly impossible to pin down. It took some doing to fill up the data slate since they packed quite a ridiculous bit of memory, still, he was on his third. two previous always opened for some reference it seemed that all machinery was working nonstop and when other doctors left it began humming in other offices too. Doing this on his own was a crazy thing and also a challenge. Somewhere bunch of meta-scientists were doing the same thing, he did not lie to himself as he often fibbed to others, the chance to do it by himself and be better AND faster was the first time he felt alive in a long time. And since he came to his sustenance in the ambulance by an equally mind-numbing process of taking blood in basically half-filled shot glasses. It took sometimes 4-5 hours until he harvested enough blood and drank it that way to have his fill...while working. Not once did he think about gliding over the city as miasma and falling on some unsuspecting rube and drinking as the Devil intended him to, leaving his victim dazed but wondering what happened. Still, there was too much risk of exposure and his work consumed him at the moment, He even forgot it began as the wish to placate Rina, now there was just this mountain and he would claim it. 54 hours a week, 108 hours so far, and with no wish to stop. Even he couldn't grab tails of those answers, just outside his reach taunting him. Foolish. That only meant there were answers to be had, and his kind was nothing if not patient.