Chapter 157 It's Going to Die
Bourbon was startled and quickly pulled the person closer to him.
Taking the knife that the boy was still clutching tightly, Bourbon picked him up and frowned slightly as he looked at the bloody mess not far away. After a moment of silence, he decided to leave the task of cleaning up the mess to Gin.
So when a model worker at a certain brewery received a text message from Bourbon, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.
What did that brat do again?
But before he could even relax, Bourbon sent him a second text message.
[Petrussy appears to have been given an unknown drug. Let the medical team prepare to treat him. —Bourbon]
Gin: ...
After sending a text message to Bourbon, Gin handed over the task of cleaning up the mess to Vodka, lit a cigarette, and immediately drove away.
After glancing at the reply, Bourbon looked in the rearview mirror at the boy lying quietly in the back seat, who looked like a pale, delicate porcelain doll. He exhaled and pressed the accelerator down again.
They arrived at the organization's hospital as quickly as possible.
As he stopped the car and carried the boy out, a black Porsche happened to pull up beside him.
Gin, dressed in all black, got out of the car and pulled out a sleepy-looking young man from the back door.
Bourbon: "..."
Just as Seeker was about to start cursing, he spotted the baby-faced boy in the blond man's arms and his expression immediately turned serious. He frowned and strode ahead, saying, "Take him to the examination room right away."
Inside the examination room, after putting on gloves, Seeker frowned as he prepared the blood-drawing equipment and looked at Bourbon. "Do you have a general idea of what kind of drug it is?"
“I don’t know, but it should be related to that drug from the Wilman Institute four years ago,” Bourbon replied, leaning against the wall with his elbows crossed.
“The Wilman Institute?” Seeker’s brow furrowed even deeper as he turned to look at Gin, whose expression was inscrutable.
Gin understood, and without changing his expression, he took out his phone and made a call.
Seeker touched Bertrand's face, then swiftly drew blood in one smooth motion.
Just as he was removing the needle, the baby-faced boy seemed to twitch slightly.
Seekert: ?
After applying some alcohol to the injection site, Seeker took the blood aside and examined it.
By the time someone brought over the original sample of Wilman's drug, its replica, and the drug and antidote developed based on the original sample, Bourbon and Gin had already left.
Secter conducted comparative experiments on these medicinal mice.
After working overtime and racing against time, they finally developed an antidote. Sekter breathed a sigh of relief and hung the potion up for Bertrand.
Fortunately, the person who improved this drug wasn't as capable as him.
Otherwise, not only will Xiaobai-chan be in trouble, but he will be in trouble too.
He didn't even need to run up to the Boss to know how angry the Boss was.
Sekter, his hands trembling, took out his phone and sent a report to his boss, who replied almost instantly with a single sentence—
[Hmm, give him another medical checkup.]
[Yes, Boss. —Sekt]
Sekt swept his bangs back, covered his forehead, and squinted, looking as if he were terminally ill with exhaustion.
After glancing at the doll that was still sleeping peacefully, Seeker immediately summoned the other members of the medical team to give Bertrand a full-body examination.
But upon inspection, he discovered something strange.
Sekter was a little curious, but when he thought about how the little guy often sneakily stole some experimental samples to tinker with, he gave up the idea of studying it in depth.
Besides, if it were discovered that he had this idea... aha, he'd be shot before he even got to the research!
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