With trembling hands, Sonny reached out to Nathanâs neck to feel his pulse.
It was beating steadily.
Sonny heaved a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, Nathan was still alive, just unconscious.
Gently gripping Nathanâs arm, Sonny hoisted him onto his back.
âLarry, Lonnie, letâs retreat for now.
The rest, cover each other and make sure to evacuate safely within ten minutes.
In two days, regroup in Stastle and wait for further orders.
â
âGot it.
â
With Nathan still unconscious on his back, Sonny dashed through the wild woods.
Larry and Lonnie remained on high alert, prepared for any potential ambush.
They swiftly retreated from the border and boarded the waiting helicopter that would take them back to Stastle.
Nathan remained unconscious.
His complexion grew increasingly pale, and his body felt cold to the touch.
Sonny checked Nathanâs pulse again.
It was weakening, and his breaths had turned shallow.
âHurry up! Move faster!â
Sonny let out a roar.
His eyes turning red as tears streamed down his face.
âBoss, you canât die! Just hold on a little longer.
Weâre almost at the lab.
Dr.
Yusuf will take care of you.
Y
ouâll be fine!â
Larry and Lonnie, both young and, couldnât help but shed tears.
They knelt beside Nathan, crying and rubbing his hands, desperately trying to warm his cold body.
After three long hours, they finally got to the lab.
It wasnât until Aldric administered medication to suppress the virus that Nathan began to show signs of improvement.
Nathanâs eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly regained consciousness.
As his vision cleared, he scanned the room.
He noticed Sonnyâs bloodshot eyes, showing that he had just cried.
Aldric, on the other hand, was studying a test report with a sorrowful expression, as if on the verge of tears.
âWhatâs the matter?â