At the Radcliffe, he’d gotten deep laser treatment and growth stimulators, differentiation regulators, modulated hemostatic complexes, and a dozen other agents Francesca couldn’t even remember the acronyms for, let alone their full names. All that mattered was that within an hour Geraint was walking on a leg that would be as good as new by the next morning, save for a need to avoid straining it for a few days. He had gladly downloaded charitable contributions to the hospital’s welfare and research funds—all tax-deductible, of course.