Female Novel
Chapter 762
Her instincts urged her to believe that Artemis was still alive, but trusting such speculation alonewouldn't bring her peace of mind.
If he had indeed perished, she would attend to her own affairs swiftly, ensuring everything was in orderbefore embarking on an underground search for him.
Zeke helped her sit on the edge of the bed, his voice hoarse as he spoke, “Dr. Lynch mentioned that hewon't die yet, as his vital signs haven't disappeared. However, despite the compatible bloodtransfusion, he hasn't regained consciousness. His current condition remains unknown.”
Bailey leaned on Zeke's arm for support, standing up and heading toward the door.
“I'll go check on him.” Observing her unsteady gait, Zeke hurriedly approached and held her.
“There's no need to be so anxious. His life hangs in the balance. Whether you go in ten minutes or anhour from now, the outcome will be the same. It won't make any difference.”
Despite his reassurance, Bailey couldn't shake off her worries. Her footsteps quickened as she yearnedfor wings to carry her to his side.
Realizing that she couldn't fully grasp his words, Zeke sighed helplessly. He had no choice but to scoopher up in his arms and stride out of the room.
Hopefully, once this ordeal was over, they could finally embrace a peaceful life. Going through suchtrials repeatedly would not only jeopardize their survival, but he would also worry himself to death. Inthe laboratory, Henley stood amidst a collection of equipment, observing various data indicators.
“Cameron, what are your thoughts?”
Cameron shrugged indifferently and replied nonchalantly, “I haven't used the blood exchange methodfor detoxification, so I lack experience. Don't ask me. My answer is I don't know.
“Well, Bailey is quite audacious, resorting to draining human blood for such a method. How is it that thisguy is so fortunate? Hasn't he met his end yet?” novelbin
“That only demonstrates that your expertise in this field is inferior to Bailey's, or perhaps you'redeliberately holding back, unwilling to reveal your true abilities,” Henley argued.
Cameron emitted two cold snorts.
Artemis is my love rival, so why would I save him? If that guy woke up, wouldn't I invite trouble uponmyself?
“I have studied the methods of the Soul Reaper for years, and the solution I came up with also involvesblood transfusion. I simply never mentioned it before.”
No sooner had he spoken those words than a cold, sneering voice echoed from the doorway.
“Hindsight is always twenty-twenty, shameless, and lacking in principles.”
Bailey's sarcastic remarks were always lethal, leaving no room for the regard of the other party'sdignity. As she entered the room, she grabbed bottles and jars from the table and hurled them toward
Cameron's face.
Cameron dodged and cursed at the same time, “Damn woman, do you want to know how to awakenthis guy or not? If you do, then take it easy with me and treat me well.”
Bailey replied with a curt “I have no desire to,” then proceeded straight to the bedside.
After observing Artemis's condition for a moment, she furrowed her brow.
“It's truly perplexing. He doesn't appear to be in a vegetative state, yet there are no signs of himregaining consciousness either. What could have happened to him?”
After speaking, she turned her head to look at Henley, who stood beside her, and inquired with a nod,“Master Lynch, can you determine his current condition?”
Henley shook his head, “I've been practicing medicine for most of my life, and encountered variouspuzzling and challenging cases. However, I have never come across a situation like this. I suppose Iam simply ignorant and lacking experience.”
Bailey's gaze shifted and landed on Cameron.
“Hey, I take back what I said earlier about not wanting to know. Tell me, how can we awaken him fromthis state?”
Cameron leaned against the equipment with his arms crossed, gradually closing his eyes andassuming an air of arrogance. Bailey couldn't help but chuckle, approaching him and lowering her tone.
“I acknowledge my fault for not recognizing your true value, for neglecting you. Can't I apologize toyou? Please enlighten me, Cameron.”
Cameron's thoughts stirred, and with a faint smile, he responded, “I can agree to that, but you have topromise me one thing.”
Bailey narrowed her eyes slightly, a dangerous glint flashing within them as she contemplated how toextract information from him.
After pondering for a considerable time, she sadly realized that this guy was a hard nut to crack. Nomatter how much she pressured him, he wouldn't speak unless he wanted to.
“What's your request? If it's something within my capabilities, I'll agree,” she stated. Cameron openedhis eyes, a cunning glimmer flickering within them.
“It's simple. From now on, you're not allowed to have any intentions toward that painting in the future.Let me keep it as a memento. How about that?”
Bailey's lips twitched involuntarily. She was about to refuse but ultimately held back.
“Fine, it's just a lousy painting, you can have it.”
Cameron raised an eyebrow and smiled.
“That's no ordinary painting, you know. It's actually priceless. It was painted by a renownedinternational artist for himself. People are searching for this painting, trying to uncover the elusivepainter behind it.”
Bailey suddenly looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. The painting in his hand was hersback then...
“Give me back the painting,” she demanded. Cameron spread his hands and reminded her, “Youpromised to give it to me earlier. Keep your word, Boss Bailey.”
Bailey let out an exasperated laugh, gritting her teeth. She spoke slowly and resolutely, “Just tell mehow to wake him up.”
Cameron slowly retreated, backing all the way to the door, before saying with a smirk, “It's simple,hypnosis. It will surely awaken him. Don't ask me why, just know that I have faith in you.”
With that, he turned around and slipped out of the ward. Bailey was furious. She grabbed a cup fromthe table and hurled it toward the door.
This jerk, after keeping us in suspense for so long, only came up with such a ridiculous idea thatdeserves a good scolding. Did he think I didn't know that hypnosis could be utilized in such situations?Was there even a need for him to remind me?
To put it bluntly, she had been played by him.
Zeke chuckled and suggested, “Don't bother arguing with him. Let's try hypnosis on Artemis rightaway.”
Bailey took a deep breath, suppressing the anger inside her. She turned to Henley, who stood besideher, and inquired, “Master Lynch, is there still poison in his blood? Has two-thirds of the toxicity been
eliminated?”
Henley stroked his beard and smiled.
“Your true love have touched the heavens. Rest assured, the results have met our expectations. As forthe remaining one-third of the poison in his cells, you can gradually neutralize it using the method offighting poison with poison. Developing an antidote for this Soul Reaper is likely impossible. This youngman's survival must be a blessing from above. You all should cherish it.”
Bailey's legs suddenly grew weak, and she slumped onto the edge of the bed. Zeke reached out andgently patted her shoulder, speaking warmly, “We'll give you some space. It's up to you to decide whenyou want to use hypnosis to awaken him.”
“Thank you, Zeke,” Bailey replied.
After everyone had left the ward, Bailey finally reached out and held Artemis' hand. Now that the toxinsin his blood had been completely cleared, with only those in his cells remaining, a great weight waslifted off her shoulders.
May the heavens show them mercy for the suffering they had endured and grant her success in healinghim.
After sitting by the bedside for some time, she slowly reached out and helped him sit up. Hypnosiscouldn't establish communication with someone in a coma, but dream-tailoring skill could. She quicklyestablished a mental connection with him.