bestfiction Chapter 157 It's going to be cold
Chapter 157 It's going to be cold
Bourbon was startled and quickly pulled the man to his side.
Bourbon took out the knife that the boy was still holding tightly in his hand, picked him up, frowned slightly and 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 winery received a text message from Bourbon, his eyebrows were tightly knitted together.
What did that little devil do again!
But before he could relax his frown, Bourbon sent a second text message.
[It seems Bertrand was given an unknown drug. Let the medical team prepare to save him. - Bourbon]
Gin:......
After sending a text message to Bourbon, Gin handed the task of cleaning up the mess to Vodka, then took out a cigarette, lit it, and drove away immediately.
After reading the reply, Bourbon looked through the rearview mirror at the boy lying quietly in the back seat, who looked like a pale and delicate doll. He exhaled and stepped on the accelerator again.
Rush to the organization hospital as quickly as possible.
When he stopped the car and carried the boy out, a black Porsche happened to park nearby.
Gin, dressed in black, got out of the car, then opened the back door and pulled out a young man who looked sleepy.
Bourbon: "..."
Sekt, who was about to open his mouth to curse, saw the baby-faced boy in the golden-haired man's arms with his sharp eyes, and his expression suddenly became serious. He frowned and strode ahead, "Hurry up and take him to the examination room first."
In the examination room, Sekt put on his gloves and looked at Bourbon with a frown while preparing the blood drawing tools. "Do you know what kind of medicine it is?"
"I don't know, but it should be related to the medicine from the Wellman Institute four years ago." Bourbon answered, leaning against the wall with his elbows folded.
"Wellman Research Institute?" The traces between Seckt's brows deepened. He turned his head and glanced at Gin, who had an elusive expression beside him.
Gin understood, and without changing his expression, he took out his cell phone and made a call.
Sekt touched Bertrand's face, then drew blood in one smooth motion.
Just when he pulled out the needle, the baby-faced boy seemed to twitch.
Sekt:?
After rubbing some alcohol on the needle hole, Sekt took the blood to the side to study it.
By the time someone brought over the original sample and replica of Wellman's drug, as well as the drugs and antidotes developed based on the original sample, Bourbon and Gin had already left.
Seckt conducted experimental comparisons on these medicinal mice.
After working overtime and racing against time, they finally developed the antidote. Sekt let out a sigh of relief and hung the potion over Bertrand.
Fortunately, the person who improved this medicine was not as good as him.
Otherwise, not only will Xiao Baijiang be in trouble, but he will be in trouble too.
He didn't even have to run up to Boss to know how angry Boss was.
Sekt took out his phone with trembling hands and reported to his boss. The boss replied almost immediately:
[Well, check his body again.]
[Okay, Boss. —Sekt]
Pushing his bangs back, Sekt covered his forehead with his hands and squinted his eyes, looking as if he was extremely sleepy.
After taking a look at the doll that was still sleeping peacefully, Seckt immediately called other medical team members to give Bertrand a full-body examination.
Just with this inspection, he found something strange.
Sekt was a little curious, but when he thought about how this little guy often sneakily stole some experimental samples to tinker with them, he gave up the idea of conducting further research.
Besides, if he were to be found having this idea... ahaha, he would be shot before he could even finish his research!