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hapter 204 97% She'd already eaten the candy, leaving only the stick. It was long enough to puncture an eardrum if pushed in all the way. They could tell that Quinlyn wasn't joking.

Zebulon froze, holding his breath. His bodyguards immediately contacted his father. After receiving instructions, they all withdrew from the house.

Only then did Quinlyn relax her grip. "Cback in, and I really will do it." Her voice was calm, almost innocent. Zebulon was soaked in cold sweat. He'd felt how outmatched he was in that quick face-off. He wasn't stupid. He wasn't stupid, so after the trainee sent him out, he didn't dare to make another move.

Quinlyn tossed the stick into the trash can and glanced toward the second floor, a flicker of worry in her eyes. She hoped that Glenn was alright.

But by midnight, his fever still hadn't subsided.

+58 "The doctor suspects a severe viral infection and insists on hospitalization." The trainee cto Quinlyn and told her the situation. "But Mr. Bronson refuses. He's finalizing a bill review and won't risk complications. He's chosen to be treated here instead.

Quinlyn knew that they were preparing her for what was to come.

"Do you wantto ask Larry to cget you?" The trainee hesitated before offering her a way out. There were a lot of eyes watching from outside, and he figured Quinlyn might be scared.

"No, I want to stay here." Quinlyn didn't hesitate to refuse. She strolled down the hall, took in the busy crowd, then headed back to her room.

She opened her suitcase and pulled out the thing Warren had given her. She'd brought it along secretly, not wanting to leave those rare medicinal ingredients behind, even though she figured she'd never actually need them.

An hour later, she went to Glenn's room with scrystals. She ran into a doctor outside the door. "This is medicine to reduce fever. It should work. I'll take it first." The doctor had been running on fumes all day and was already feeling lightheaded. Seeing a kid blocking his path, he was already in a foul mood. When he heard this, he was about to lose his temper.

“This is Ms. Yates, a distinguished guest of Mr. Bronson, and someone he trusts very much." The trainee who followed Quinlyn stood out and reminded the doctor.

The doctor bit back the sharp retort on the tip of his tongue and felt a wave of irritation. "But Mr. Bronson is special. According to the rules, he can't take drugs of unknown origin." The doctor couldn't afford to take the risk.

At this moment, Glenn's voice cfrom inside the room. "Is that Quinlyn? Let her in." Since Glenn gave the order, everyone could only get out of the way.

Quinlyn walked into the room and saw Glenn's pale face in the dim light by the bed. His lips were bloodless, his cheeks flushed with an unnatural red, and his breathing was heavy.

"Why are you here? The virus is contagious,” he muttered, coughing and leaning back. He waved his hand, signaling for her to keep her distance.

Quinlyn walked straight over and took his hand. It was burning hot.

"If it was contagious, I was close enough to get infected earlier." She took out a bag and pinched out scoarsely ground powder. "I made this for fun in the lab a while back. It works on most cold viruses. Want to try some?" 1/3 28.35 vved, Y Apr Chapter 204 With that, she popped the powder into her mouth before the doctor or nurses next to her could stop her.

TA 71 19 The stuff looked like something Quinlyn had mixed up on a whim. The medical staff were shocked she'd eaten it and feared she'd be poisoned. They were already overwhelmed, and this just seemed like another mess to deal with.

But a few seconds later, Glenn, who had been staring blankly, suddenly laughed. "Well, since you already ate some, I'd look like a real scaredy-cat if I didn't try any." He reached out, pinched a small amount, and asked her if that was enough.

"That's good. More isn't better," Quinlyn replied professionally.

Glenn didn't hesitate. He tilted his head back and swallowed the medicine.

"Mr. Bronson, this hasn't been tested. What if something goes wrong?" Everyone around them gasped. After swallowing the medicine with water, Glenn leaned back against the headboard and said calmly, "If something goes wrong, we'll just go to the hospital. You don't have any other options right now, do you?" "But you don't have to-" The doctor tried to reason with him, but Glenn cut him off with a wave of his hand. He wanted to take a break. Actually, everyone had been exhausted after being up all day and night. The doctor shot Quinlyn a look after stepping outside the door. He couldn't help feeling a little exasperated. "Keep an eye on Mr. Bronson. I'll go call the emergency center and arrange a vehicle," he said to the nurses. The nurses agreed and went back inside to keep watch. Quinlyn didn't leave either. She leaned against the wall and counted down the time.

At four in the morning, a nurse quietly walked out with a happy look. "Mr. Bronson fell asleep half an hour ago. His temperature's been going down and he's completely fever-free now," she said.

"What? Really?" Everyone froze, unable to believe it.

"It's true. He's sweating, his complexion looks better, and he's already asleep.” As the nurse spoke, she subconsciously looked at Quinlyn.

It was then that everyone else remembered that her medicine had worked. They couldn't help but turn their heads in shock, staring at her.

Quinlyn got up from the floor and checked the tGlenn's fever had broken. It was about what she had expected. She yawned, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and went back to her room to sleep.

She didn't wake up until almost noon.

Sunlight filled the room, and the her feet.

heated floor felt warminder She walked to the window. Outside, the security seemed back to normal, and the servants moved about with smiles. After changing her clothes, she opened the door and went out. As soon as she reached the living room, she saw a figure jump up from the sofa.

"Ms. Yates, you're awake. We'd like to take a sample of Mr. Bronson's medicine from last night for lab testing and records, if any remains?" The doctor stood frozen, wringing his hands awkwardly.

Quinlyn didn't mind. "Yes. I left it upstairs. Wait a moment." She went back upstairs and got the last bit from the bag.

She handed it over, and the doctor's face turned bright red. "I'm really sorry about last night," he said m looking embarrassed. "If I'd known En? you were working with the Briarwood University Advanced Research Center, I would've reached out for help a lot sooner." He'd heard rumors that Briarwood University was full of hidden talents, but he never expected to find a young genius like her right here. He'd also heard she'd helped crack that bio-tech crcase a while back.

2/3 Chapter 204 "The senior professor I asked for help this morning, knows you too. When he heard it was you who helped he you mea good scolding," the doctor continued.

Quinlyn blinked. She remembered that Sawyer's biology department had a lot of texting, erghomens and clean Keph moder hospitals. In last night's situation, it was indeed safest to turn to Briarwood University's expert texts. "Also, Sawyer would like a sample of the medicine too, the doctor added, looking a here sheepish. He felt like he was add for way too much.

But Quinlyn understood the research habits of these old professors. It was just a small thing, the didelt mind giving it o them.

Two days later, the bill was officially passed and would soon be announced and implemented.

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