Chapter 1905: 546: Successfully completed the experint!
Viola Thompson suddenly fainted, startling both Beacher and Brayden significantly.
Both of their faces turned pale instantly.
Brayden imdiately perford CPR on Viola, “Sixth Senior Brother, quickly bring out the acupuncture bag and perform ergency asures on Master!”
Beacher, usually composed, trembled as he held the golden needle.
Because the person in front of him was his Master.
“Sixth Senior Brother, what’s wrong?” Seeing that Beacher hesitated to apply the needle, Brayden couldn’t help but urge him.
Beacher swallowed, “I-I’m nervous.”
He was almost crying.
“Brayden, will, will our Master be alright?”
Brayden was also very nervous, but he had to calm down imdiately, “Sixth Senior Brother, the Master will be fine. Calm down, think about how Master usually teaches us!”
Beacher took a deep breath, picked up the golden needle again, and controlled his trembling hands.
A needle was inserted into DU20 on Viola.
Then the second needle.
And the third.
Seeing that all major acupoints on Viola were treated with golden needles, yet there was still no reaction from her, Brayden and Beacher beca extrely anxious.
Especially Beacher.
“Brayden, why isn’t Master waking up yet? Should we inform the Third, Fourth, and Fifth Senior Brothers?”
Brayden shook his head, “We can’t inform anyone right now.”
At that mont, Beacher seed to have discovered sothing, “Brayden, look at this.”
He picked up a notebook.
Brayden lowered his head and saw a line written in the notebook.
‘Number three, four, five, six, seven. If I faint, please open the notebook, carefully observe my symptoms, and then administer the appropriate treatnt.’
Beacher imdiately flipped open the notebook.
It clearly recorded the detailed changes Viola experienced after being infected with the virus, right down to the exact second.
With this record, both felt significantly more at ease.
It seed the Master had predicted her own fainting.
Combining Viola’s written diary and the data analysis on her computer, Brayden and Beacher quickly found a way to wake Viola up.
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A long-haired woman sat at the tea table, her face obscured by the swirling mist, only revealing her attractive hands moving among the tea vessels.
A young man sat across from her, sipping from a tea cup lightly.
Neither spoke, and the air was overly quiet.
Just then, a knock ca from outside.
“Who?” The long-haired woman slowly raised her eyes and put down her cup.
“Miss, it’s ,” ca the voice of an assistant from outside.
“Co in.”
The next second, the door was pushed open.
The assistant walked in from outside.
She kneeled directly on the carpet.
The long-haired woman watched the assistant, then spoke, “Has Viola died?”
Hearing this, the young man also turned to look at the assistant.
Seemingly eager for her response.
The assistant continued, “Not yet.”
Not dead?
The long-haired woman slightly furrowed her brows.
She’s really is tough to kill.
At that mont, the assistant spoke again, “However, Viola has now lost consciousness. It seems she won’t last much longer.”
Viola couldn’t resist the ferocity of the Mutated Ebola virus.
Hearing this, the long-haired woman slightly curled her lips.
“Are you sure?”
The assistant nodded, “Yes, I’m sure. Viola has indeed lost consciousness.”
How many minutes could one survive in such a state?
Death for Viola was only a matter of ti.
The long-haired woman passed a cup of tea to the assistant.
The assistant, looking at her, paused in surprise.
The long-haired woman showed a rare smile, “A reward for you.”
“Thank you, Miss.” The assistant imdiately took the tea cup with both hands.
The green tea washed down her throat with an indescribable freshness.
If there had been a tea connoisseur present, they would have imdiately recognized that this was no ordinary tea.
The assistant looked at the long-haired woman, sowhat overwheld.
“Alright,” the long-haired woman spoke again, “You may leave now, but rember to keep updated on Viola’s condition.”
“Yes, Miss.”
The assistant walked out.
Watching the assistant’s retreating figure, the long-haired woman turned her gaze to the young man across from her, slowly speaking, “Did you see?”
“See what?” The young man asked.
“Viola’s fate.” A gratified expression flashed in the eyes of the long-haired woman.
The young man slightly furrowed his brow and put down his cup, “I don’t know why, but I have this feeling that Viola won’t die easily.”
Hearing this, the eyes of the long-haired woman were filled with scornful mockery.
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