Chapter 564: He Wants Your Life

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When Wu Yong saw someone else in the ward, he paused and immediately fell silent. He knew his identity was sensitive and couldn’t be revealed.

However, Old Mr. Brown had already noticed him and recognized him as the missing researcher Charlie had mentioned.

He glanced at Song Fan and Gu Chen with a look of amusement, realizing that these two were not easy to deal with. They had been playing dumb to outwit Charlie, no wonder he couldn’t best them. But having Wu Yong here might expedite the research.

Since Wu Yong was already exposed, Song Fan decided not to hide anything. She handed the Tango Fruit to Wu Yong.

“This Tango Fruit was brought by Gu Chen’s uncle, Old Mr. Brown. Take it to the lab; I’ll join you shortly.”

Wu Yong, puzzled, looked at her. Seeing her slight nod, he took the Tango Fruit and left.

Song Fan turned to Old Mr. Brown with a smile. “Mr. Brown, Gu Chen needs to rest now.”

Old Mr. Brown knew this was a polite way to ask him to leave. Without saying much, he left the hospital.

Song Fan escorted him to the door and then hurried back. Gu Chen was already standing by the window. “He didn’t come with good intentions. Now that he’s here, things won’t be peaceful.”

“Don’t worry, with the Tango Fruit, we will definitely find the antidote,” Song Fan said confidently. “Wu Yong and I will save you, trust me.”

Gu Chen smiled gently at her but then his expression darkened. “Do you think my mother’s death might be related to him?”

Following his gaze, Song Fan saw Old Mr. Brown getting into his car. Before getting in, he glanced back in their direction.

“Gu Chen, it’s very possible, but we need evidence,” Song Fan said, not hiding her thoughts.

“This poison supposedly only your mother developed antibodies for. Although you were poisoned from a young age, you also have antibodies.”

“Old Mr. Brown’s health is failing. I secretly checked his pulse; he’s gravely ill and must be in constant pain.”

She didn’t elaborate, but they both understood. If it was to save himself, he might even sacrifice a close relative.

However, he hadn’t succeeded in extracting the antidote, so he had endured the suffering for many years. Now, Gu Chen was his only hope.

Wu Yong sneaked back in, relieved to see Old Mr. Brown gone.

“Mr. Gu, earlier… your uncle’s arm had many needle marks. Song Fan, did you see them?”

Song Fan nodded slightly. She had noticed, and most were intravenous injection marks, many of them recent. It seemed Old Mr. Brown had been increasing his injections.

Wu Yong looked at her worriedly. “Do you think he’s using poison to fight poison? I’ve started testing his blood, and preliminary results suggest so.”

“Also, many of Jason’s previous studies were related to toxins. Perhaps it was all to save Old Mr. Brown.”

This was Wu Yong’s biggest concern. If it required using poison to counteract poison, maintaining a lifelong balance between two toxins would be critical, any deviation could be fatal.

What he could deduce, Song Fan naturally could as well. She gently patted Wu Yong’s shoulder and looked at Gu Chen. “We need to hurry with our experiments. Now that Old Mr. Brown is here, we must speed up.”

Gu Chen gave her a deep look and then smiled warmly.

Unknowingly, he had grown accustomed to relying on Song Fan. This sense of being protected felt quite good.

With Old Mr. Brown’s blood sample, Song Fan went into the lab, working tirelessly. She wasn’t worried about Old Mr. Brown using force now; her research was incomplete, and he wouldn’t dare act rashly.

Finally, three days later, she got the experimental data, showing that Old Mr. Brown’s body was not only gravely ill but could fail at any moment. She hurried to Gu Chen with the report.

“We need to strengthen our defenses and bring in all your trusted people. I’ll also contact the mercenaries I know.”

Seeing her serious expression, Gu Chen tensed up. “What’s happened?”

Song Fan handed him the report. “Old Mr. Brown is critically ill, with multiple organ failures. He doesn’t just want your antibodies; he wants your life.”