Chapter 721

Chapter 721 Hang On

Neera had a restless sleep.

She awoke three hours later from an awful dream. She was drenched in a cold sweat when she opened her eyes. She sat quietly for a while, gradually relaxing.

At this time, it was almost noon.

She took a quick bath, not even having time to blow her hair dry, and rushed over to check on Jean.

Osbert was watching over Jean in the ward.

He was displeased, when he saw Neera come in with the water still dripping from the end of her

hair.

“Why would

you wake up so soon? Why didn’t you blow-dry your hair? The weather is getting cold

now. You might catch a cold.”

Not bothered by his remark, Neera brushed her wet hair aside.

She looked at the man lying on the hospital bed, saying, “It’s okay. How is he?”

“Still in a coma.”

Osbert rose up and earnestly advised her, “I’m watching him. He won’t wake up anytime soon. You should go back, dry your hair, and get some rest. If you can’t sleep, just lie down. You’re awfully pale;

getting some rest would be beneficial.”

Neera shook her head and reasoned, “I can’t sleep or lie down.”

She recalled that there was no one in the hallway and wondered, “Where is his family?”

Osbert snorted contemptuously and replied, “I told them to get some rest in the guest room.”

Neera nodded and did not say anything.

The research center’s employees had already arrived and were busy in the lab. She took some time and checked on their progress.

After lunchtime, Jean had another episode.

He remained unconscious, but the anguish was evident. The pain caused his face to distort, veins on his forehead to bulge, and blood vessels to show. His complexion was pallid, and he sweat profusely all over his body.

Neera immediately intervened and made a great effort to stabilize his condition.

At that precise moment, Peter gave them a call, as if he had timed it.

“Neera, I’m sorry to bother you, but Ged has woken up. I’m sorry for asking you this, but do you

think you can come over?”

Neera has been drained for the past few days, constantly on the move. She didn’t want to run around and couldn’t stop worrying about Jean.

She simply instructed Ian, “I need you to handle the situation and bring Ged here.”

The research center was spa cious, and the facilities were equipped with multiple examination

rooms and hospital wards.

Ian immediately got to it.

An hour later, Ged was brought in.

Neera forcibly pulled herself together and examined Gerald.

The previous treatment had successfully contained the toxin within his body. Its spread had been

halted for the time being.

However, the nature of this poison was different from Wrenn’s. It was challenging to thoroughly

cure innate toxins from birth.

Antidotes combined with needling were the basic treatments she could administer. Subsequently, the boy might need to undergo another major surgery.

Neera barely got a break to take care of the boy.

She restructured the staff and divided them into two groups. One group continued to work on the agent, while the other was tasked with developing an antidote.

They have spent the entire afternoon talking about Gerald’s condition.

Meanwhile, the Beauvorts waited in the lounge, worried.

The evening had arrived, and lan had brought them dinner. It was a meal prepared by the Imperial Gardens’ chef. He had prepared some food for Neera too.

Concerned that she would exhaust herself, Ian urged her gently.

“Mrs. Beauvort, you’ve been putting in a lot of hours lately. You’ve shed so much weight. Rest and refuel so that you can continue fighting. You can’t collapse. Mr. Beauvort would be devastated if he awoke to find you in this condition.”

Neera wasn’t hungry, but she knew she needed to eat something, despite having to force some food

down her throat.

She thanked him, took the meal box, and forced down a few bites.

At first, her head was spinning and she had a slight headache. After she ate, she began to feel nauseous.

Neera frowned and drank some water to wash down the feeling, but to no avail.

Out of the blue, she dropped her fork and ran to the restroom, throwing up everything. Not only had she eaten food, but she had practically emptied her stomach.

This scene alarmed everyone.

The Beauvorts rushed over when they heard the commotion. They wanted to show their concern

but struggled with words.

Ian was extremely worried. He quickly brought her a glass of warm water.

“Mrs. Beauvort, are you okay?”

Neera took the water and rinsed her mouth. Her face was horrifyingly pale, but she shook her head and uttered, “I’m fine. I’ll take some medicine and get some rest. Don’t worry.”

Everyone was worried about her, but the best they could do was advise her to get some rest.