Chapter 1908: 546: Successfully completed the experint!_4
Egor gathered his fellow disciples to discuss counterasures.
However, after a long discussion, no better strategy was found.
At this ti, Beacher seed to think of sothing, “Third brother, have you noticed sothing?”
“What is it?” Egor asked.
Beacher continued: “Master and the eighth disciple both caught the virus, yet the eighth disciple doesn’t suffer from the frequent comas that Master does.”
Despite being infected with the sa virus, why is Master’s condition much more severe?
Upon hearing this, the others also showed their puzzlent.
Egor slightly frowned, “Could Master be hiding sothing from us?”
Logically, Nathaniel Besian should have a more severe condition than Viola Thompson since he was infected before her, not the other way around.
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At this ti.
Viola Thompson, who was in the Laboratory, had woken up. She was standing in front of the lab bench, injecting herself with so unknown fluid.
If anyone were there, they would see her arms were full of needle marks.
Because Viola knew.
It was no longer viable to use mice for experints on this virus.
So.
She could only test the dicine on herself again and again.
After an injection, Viola felt a clear change in her body.
It seems, this ti it was correct.
Viola slightly lifted the corners of her lips.
But the next second.
Her vision darkened, and she fainted.
“Master!”
This scene was exactly witnessed by Egor who had just co in after a eting.
Egor imdiately ran over, helping Viola up.
Brayden also ran over at this mont, “Master!”
It seed like Ansel discovered sothing shocking, his face turned pale, and his voice beca stamring, “Ma-Master seems, seems to have no, no breath left!”
“Nonsense!”
Egor shouted furiously, “Are you sick! Saying such unlucky things at this ti!”
Ansel’s hands trembled, “Third brother, if you don’t believe it, you can check yourself.”
Brayden imdiately put his hand on Viola’s pulse.
The next second, his face changed too, he looked up at Brayden, “Third brother…”
Brayden himself could not believe that Master really had no signs of life left.
What to do now?
Ansel looked at Brayden, “You-you felt it too, right?”
At this mont, Brayden was unable to utter a single word.
His entire body was trembling.
Egor’s expression slightly changed, comforting his disciples, “Don’t panic, Master will definitely be alright, we are all dical students and should know, there is a term called suspended animation. Six, Seven, go and get Master’s journal!”
Egor reassured himself inwardly that Master must be in suspended animation.
Brayden and Beacher went to look for the journal.
At this mont, Egor looked at the remaining two, continuing, “Four, Five, you go check the lab bench to see if Master moved anything.”
Ansel and Henry Zhou imdiately went to the experint bench.
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“Miss! Miss!” The assistant ran quickly towards the long-haired woman, “Great news!”
At this mont, the long-haired woman looked back at her assistant, “Is Viola Thompson dead?”
“Yes!” The assistant nodded, “You guessed right, Viola Thompson has stopped breathing!”
Hearing this, the long-haired woman burst out laughing.
She had finally awaited this day.
With Viola dead, who else could stand in her way?
A mont later, the long-haired woman seed to think of sothing, turning her head to the assistant, “Is this news accurate?”
The assistant nodded, “Yes, very accurate! Her disciples are still deluding themselves into thinking it might be suspended animation!”
Suspended animation?
Impossible!
The Mutated Virus is incurable.
A young man pushed the door open and just heard the assistant’s words, he was sowhat surprised, “Are you saying that Viola Thompson is… dead?”
“Yes,” the assistant nodded.
The young man subtly furrowed his brow, “Are you sure Viola Thompson is dead?”
The assistant smiled, “Absolutely sure. Soon the whole Sinian Country will know this news!”
Viola Thompson is a top Boss of the Sinian Country.
News of her death would definitely spread globally.
The young man didn’t speak, sohow he always felt that things were not so simple.
That was Viola Thompson.
It was absolutely impossible that she just died.
The long-haired woman turned her head slightly, her eyes full of delight, “You lost.”
Viola Thompson died.
Unexpected by everyone.
Except in her expectations.
The young man squinted slightly, smiling, “Then congratulations, you’ve finally seen the clouds disperse and the moon appear.”
The long-haired woman’s mouth curved slightly.
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Inside the laboratory.
Egor, along with four fellow disciples, tried many thods, but Viola Thompson just couldn’t wake up.
They were nearly in despair.
Beacher and Brayden were already silently tearing up.
Egor took a deep breath, trying hard to calm himself, looked at his fellow disciples, eyes reddened, “I’m going to find Mr. Lentz now.”
“You guys guard the Master well.”
They nodded their heads.
Although they also did not believe the Master had just gone like that, the reality was just so.
No one could change it.
Egor turned and walked towards the exit.
At this mont, the index finger of Viola Thompson, lying on the bed, moved.
Henry Zhou, who was crying, saw this scene, thinking he was hallucinating.
He stopped crying, gazing intently at the Master’s hand.
No movent.
It was a hallucination.
Just as Henry Zhou was about to continue crying, the eyelashes of Viola Thompson on the bed trembled slightly and she slowly opened her eyes.
Awake!
The Master is awake!
Henry Zhou’s eyes widened, disbelief filled his gaze, “Ma-Master, you’re awake!”
In a flash, Henry Zhou’s mood shifted from gloomy to sunny, crying out of joy.
Hearing this, the other disciples also hurriedly looked towards Viola Thompson.
“Little Four, Little Five, Little Six, Little Seven.” Viola Thompson looked at her silly disciples and spoke faintly.
“The Master is really awake!” Beacher imdiately dropped the gold bullion in his hand, shouting, “Third Senior Brother! Third Senior Brother! The Master is awake!”
Egor, who had already reached the door, stopped in his tracks upon hearing this, rushed to Beacher, grabbed his collar, “What did you say?”
Beacher embraced Egor, crying like a child, “The Master is awake, sob sob sob…”
Viola Thompson turned her head towards Egor, her eyes smiling, “Little Three.”
“Master!”
Egor’s eyes widened.
Viola Thompson smiled faintly, pulling off the blanket, “I’m fine now.”
Just as everyone was still not reacting, Viola Thompson walked to the machine that tests for the virus, pricked her fingertip with a needle.
A drop of bright red blood fell on the instrunt.
Drip.
At this mont, everyone held their breath.
The test result was negative.
It was negative.
Gaping at Viola Thompson, the disciples even began to doubt if they were dreaming.
“Master, are you really alright now?”
Ansel approached Viola Thompson.
Viola Thompson nodded slightly, “Yes, not only am I alright, but I have also developed a special dicine against the mutated virus. These next few days we need to increase our efforts and produce this dication. This drug can not only detoxify but also prevent the virus.”
“Master, you’re incredible!”
“We thought just now….”
Viola Thompson explained with a smile: “At the beginning, I didn’t know which dicine would detoxify, so I injected both, and those two dications interacting inside generated this pseudo-death state.”
Saying this, Viola Thompson half-jokingly said, “It’s good you guys didn’t send to the crematorium to be burned.”
With that, Viola Thompson instructed the disciples, “I’ll leave the rest to you, I need to go back and have a good sleep.”
These ten days, she had been extrely tired, after being eroded by the virus, she had hardly slept well.
“Master, go and rest!”
After giving so detailed instructions, Viola Thompson left the laboratory.
As she was opening the laboratory door, she was tightly embraced, a familiar sll of tobacco sweeping over her. She smiled faintly, “Lentz.”
Terrence Lentz held her tightly, his deep voice sounding in her ear, “Viola, tell this isn’t a dream.”
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