Bonnie wasn’t interested in who Jurrian liked.
It was just a matter of finding out that Jurrian investigated herself and Sebastian, so she deduced this result.
That’s not her goal.
“What is the cure that will cure Mrs. Robertson, and you have five minutes to answer.”
After five minutes, the nurse would switch to the other arm to draw Jurrian’s blood, and after two bags of blood, Jurrian would have no chance to speak again.
Seeing that he might really die, Jurrian also wimped out and immediately said, “The acute heart attack is fake, it’s just an illusion, I did something during the operation, buried a little something into the blood vessels, just take it out and you’ll be fine.”
“You can still do such things?” Bonnie found it incredible.
In his own medical field, Jurrian’s expression once again smug, tilted his head and said, “Of course, I’m at least a rising star in the medical world, able to do surgeries that are very subtle, long beyond your ordinary people’s imagination.”
Bonnie was still a little unconvinced, “If that’s true, why didn’t Rupert find out?”
“Of course it couldn’t be detected.” Jurrian replied, “The test can only detect foreign bodies in the body, but what I put in Mrs. Robertson’s veins was originally a part of her body, so it can’t be detected.”
“Okay!” Bonnie also stopped digging deeper, but pursued the question, “So when can we start the operation?”
“As soon as you let go of me, I can perform the surgery now.”
Bonnie passed a look to the nurse, “Untie her!”
The nurse did as she was told.
Freed, Jurrian moved her arms and legs, looked at her wrists, which were bruised from the struggle, and gave Bonnie another indignant look.
Bonnie, oblivious, urged her, “Go do the surgery now!”
“Wait.” Jurrian called out to her, sitting on the operating table with no intention of getting up.
“What do you want again?” Bonnie had furrowed her eyebrows in impatience.
Jurrian innocently spread out his hands, “Let me save someone, but at least let me keep my strength up, otherwise what if I faint or faint in the middle of the operation?”
It was an open heart vascular surgery.
She would have fallen to the ground and at best she would have bled out.
But Mrs. Robertson is different, the sharp scalpel in her hand does not have eyes, maybe when she falls down, she will cut through the blood vessels and die on the spot!
“So what do you want?” Bonnie asked.
Jurrian pointed to the bulging blood bag next to her, “Give me back this blood.”
She was in a state of blood loss, if she could get a blood transfusion, her body would be in a much better condition.
But how could Bonnie give her such a good deal.
Ordering the nurse, “You go carry a box of glucose injection over here.”
A big box with more than a dozen 1L bottles of glucose injection was quickly delivered to Jurrian.
Jurrian’s face turned green with anger and he looked up at Bonnie, “What do you mean?”
Bonnie expression bland, “literally, you do not want to regain physical strength, I will make you ah.”
After a pause and said, “Although I have not studied medicine, but this point of common sense I still know, the body’s easiest and fastest energy supply is to drink glucose water, you can rest assured that enough!”
When Jurrian didn’t move, Bonnie asked, “Why don’t you drink it, don’t you like it? Oh I see, but also with saline drink, right, really sophisticated, you go to Miss Huisjen to bring a box of saline, the date of the most fresh kind!”