The President’s Five Children

The last sentence completely woke Bruno up.

He looked down at Yembi.

Because the woman had been suffering for too long, a number of veins had sprouted on her slender, white neck, and she was still muttering under her breath, not allowing anyone to come near her.

Bruno even suspected that if this continued, Yembi would simply explode out of sheer frustration.

“What do I do?” Bruno finally made his decision.

The doctor took the cell phone of the nurse next to him and opened the video call before handing it to Bruno.

“You use this to communicate with me, I’ll tell you what to do to extract the blood samples and other data you need, and when it’s done, you just send it out to the freezer.”

Freezer?

Bruno’s eyes were suspicious, “Why the freezer?”

“Her body is parched right now, she needs to be cooled down, this will also ease the pain.” The doctor replied.

And assured, “We will strictly control the temperature of the freezer, don’t worry, you and she will be fine.”

“Uh-huh.” Bruno nods and scoops up Yembi in the hospital bed, “Where’s the freezer?”

The nurse immediately led the way.

When they reached the freezer, a cold air greeted them, Bruno couldn’t help but shiver.

Yembi, however, was much more comfortable, and even her wrinkled face loosened up, but she was still hooked onto Bruno’s neck and wouldn’t let go.

It was a good thing Bruno was strong enough to handle it even with one hand.

He found the syringes and other items stored in the freezer, as the doctor had requested, and placed Yembi on the bed in the duty room.

“Next do as I say, first tie a pulse pressure band around your upper arm, tightly so you can clearly locate her veins, and then …”

Bruno did as he was told, bit by bit.

Every step, it was done extraordinarily meticulously and carefully, afraid of any mistakes.

Half an hour later, all the data the doctor needed was collected and sent out to the freezer.

“Tough luck, the results will take half an hour to come out, so take her inside and hold on for another half an hour, then we can start the treatment.” The doctor said.

Bruno hmmm’d and retreated back into the duty room of the freezer.

Yembi was cradling a huge block of ice, the searing body heat rapidly melting the ice.

Bruno, however, felt the cold and raised his hand to wipe it away, realizing that a white frost had formed on his face.

That was formed when the sweat froze.

What a hell.

Bruno wanted to laugh.

He had negotiated a lot of business over the past few years, met with many important clients, and had never been this nervous even when he was doing over a billion dollars a minute.

But now he was sweating with anxiety because Yembi was drugged.

“Yembi,” Bruno looked at the woman in front of him, as if asking her and himself, “are you really that important to me?”

Yembi had gotten so completely lost in her own world that she couldn’t hear Bruno at all.

She just wanted to find a little bit of cold and comfort, a little bit.

Half an hour passed like years for Bruno.

Because looking at Yembi in front of him, his mind always unconsciously remembers, the things Yembi did to herself in the car.

Even if it was the result of the drug drive, but he did have a reaction.

A big reaction.

“Bruno?” behind him, Yembi suddenly hissed, “Am I saved?”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Bruno shook his head, sweeping Yembi’s still lumpy red cheeks, “Not quite, but it’s getting close, they’ll be able to cure you later.”

With that, he went over the treatment plan the doctor had given him.

Yembi suddenly became agitated, “No, I don’t want to be stimulated by electric currents, Bruno don’t, if that’s what they choose to do to me, then you let me out of the hospital!”