Female Novel
Chapter 1922 Can We Go Home Now
Chapter 1922 Can We Go Home Now
After Cecelia returned, Luther and Joyce left together, with Aaron in charge of driving. There was no
need for secrecy now, so Luther had Orik and Dr. Jocelyn move into the group's largest biotech
laboratory, located in a skyscraper in the city center. The entire building was dedicated to developing
the most advanced technology for the group.
Security was tight here, with layers of control starting at the entrance on the ground floor. Luther took
Joyce to Dr. Orik's exclusive laboratory using a special elevator. Upon entering, they found Dr. Jocelynnovelbin
resting at her desk. She looked exhausted, with sunken eyes indicating she hadn't had a proper rest in
days. Dr. Orik also had dark circles under his eyes, clearly having worked tirelessly for many days.
Seeing Luther and Joyce, Dr. Orik hurried forward, "Mr. Warner, you're here. I'll wake her up right
away."
"Wait," Joyce interjected. "Dr. Jocelyn looks very tired. Let her rest for a while. You can tell us whatever
you need to."
Seeing their dedication to developing an antidote for Luther, she was moved, and also deeply admired
the dedication of the researchers.
Orik glanced back at his wife and nodded. Finally, from a low-temperature control box, he opened three
layers of glass doors to take out a small bottle.
"What's this?" Joyce asked, leaning in with curiosity.
At that moment, a slightly hoarse female voice sounded, the voice of someone who had just woken up.
It was Dr. Jocelyn, joyfully speaking, "This is the first antidote developed by my husband and me."
The commotion earlier had already woken her up; as a researcher, explaining her findings was more
important to her than resting.
Joyce's face lit up, a warm smile spreading across her lips, "The first antidote?"
Happiness came too fast, and she could hardly believe it.
Luther enclosed Joyce in his arms at this moment, "I promised you that I would be fine. Look, we have
the most advanced biotech research team in the world. What more could you worry about?"
Joyce tightly held Luther's wrist, "That's great, you know? I've been so worried about you."
Luther held her even tighter, asking, "The first antidote, does it mean we need several more in the
future?"
"Yes. That's right. Here's the situation, let me explain," Dr. Jocelyn began, "Last time, Mr. Warner
brought in the antidote powder, which was left by the original poison maker. After our research, we
concluded that this antidote is unstable and cannot completely cure the poison. However, the powder
did lead our research in a new direction. Based on the components of the antidote, we redefined our
direction. We then sought the help of Dr. Jacobs and, in Mufron, used a more advanced laboratory to
narrow down the biological groups of the poison. In short, we've narrowed down the range, although
we haven't specifically located the detailed biological code. Based on this range, we have developed
the first antidote. Next, Mr. Warner, please take this antidote."
With that, Jocelyn handed the bottle to Luther.
Joyce quickly took it and carefully held the black antidote pill in her hand. It looked particularly
conspicuous.
At this moment, Dr. Orik personally poured a glass of water for Luther and handed it to him. Luther took
the glass, and Joyce fed him the pill. As he held the pill in his mouth, he lightly bit Joyce's finger and
deliberately smiled, implying something, as if reminding her of their previous kiss. Intense and lingering.
Joyce was momentarily stunned, then her cheeks reddened. He seemed to be in a really good mood,
teasing her in public. How shameless!
She gave him a reproachful look, "Swallow it quickly."
Luther stopped teasing her, swallowed the pill with water, then set the glass aside.
"Alright. Now let me talk about the next steps," Dr. Orik continued, "Although we have successfully
developed the first antidote, it doesn't mean this matter is over. We might still need 3 to 5 more
antidotes. The specific number will depend on blood tests and cultures after each dose before we can
conclude."
"Thank you for your hard work," Joyce expressed gratitude. "What do you need? Do you need us to do
anything? We will fully support you."
"Now I need to draw a tube of blood from Mr. Warner," Dr. Jocelyn said, approaching with a syringe.
"Please bear with me."
Drawing blood had become a routine for Luther. He rolled up his sleeve, exposing his elbow. Dr.
Jocelyn skillfully inserted the needle into his vein, and as the deep red blood flowed into the tube, time
seemed to stand still, each second feeling serene. Joyce held her breath, and after Dr. Jocelyn finished
drawing the blood, she quickly pressed an alcohol swab onto the needle mark on Luther's elbow,
holding it there for a while.
Watching him being drawn, she unexpectedly felt a pang of heartache.
Luther chuckled at Joyce, "Drawing this little blood is nothing to worry about. Why are you so nervous?"
Joyce bit her lip, "Where am I nervous? You're mistaken."
Luther reached out and pinched her nose, not letting her off the hook, "Are you worried about me?"
"Worried about you, my foot," Joyce wanted to cover his mouth. What nonsense was he spouting in
front of others? No filter at all.
She turned to Dr. Jocelyn, "Is that okay now? Is there anything else to do?"
Dr. Jocelyn shook her head and inserted the blood-filled tube into a machine.
Joyce nudged Luther.
Luther replied, "No problem."
He embraced Joyce, "Professors, we'll leave you to your research. Also, you need to take care of
yourselves and get some rest."
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Warner," Dr. Orik nodded.
Dr. Jocelyn also expressed her gratitude, "Please take care."
At first, Joyce didn't react. When she understood, her face instantly turned red, like a boiled shrimp.
Men, as soon as things got a little better, they had to push it.