Hearing this, the old man Greef felt a roar in his ear, and he didn’t hear what Leon said after that.
He could only look up at Joyce dully: “Is there any other way?”
Joyce shook his head: “He can only rely on himself.”
This time, Conlin’s onset was too urgent, and the lesion was faster than he expected.
Grandpa Greef could only put his hopes on Athach: “Athach, will Pinson really send the specific medicine?”
Just as Athach was about to nod, Joyce sneered:”All the specific medicines have been stolen. Who will give her the medicine? He may be busy catching thieves.”
Athach simply stopped talking.
Joyce said to grandpa Greef again:”Grandpa, Athach has wooed Pinson before. If Pinson can hit a woman, she would have been killed by him.”
Grandpa Greef: “Believe in Athach once. If not, we’ll try another way.”
Joyce tugged at the corner of his mouth: “If her words can be believed, boars can climb trees.”
Athach only thought he was noisy, and coldly replied:”If Pinson came, you should climb a tree.”
Joyce : “Don’t mention climbing trees. I will learn two dog barks for you.”
At this moment, Haley’s cry came downstairs: “Sir, Master Leon is coming.”
Haley failed to stop Pinson.
Pinson was so fast that he ran like a monkey. When he entered the door, he glided directly and almost knelt in front of Athach.
“Here …her, but … but … twenty minutes.”
Pinson was running out of breath. He handed out the medicine. He propped his hands on the bed, gasped for air, and sweat dripped from his forehead.
Athach took the medicine, and took out a disposable syringe from Joyce’s medicine cabinet.
Joyce looked at Pinson like a peacock and stood there. The villain really came!
No, Athach wanted to inject liquid medicine into Conlin.
Joyce rushed forward: “What are you going to inject into Conlin, you …”
Athach threw things directly at Joyce.
Joyce caught it with both hands and saw the name of the drug, Lido Agent 7.
It was the specific medicine he wanted.
Joyce looked at Pinson and couldn’t believe it: “Pinson Leon?”
Pinson looked up, and a pair of romantic eyes looked at Joyce. He raised his eyebrows:”What?”
Joyce: “Why did you sent medicine to Athach? When did your relationship become so good?”
Pinson made a supercilious look impatiently: “What are you fucking talk? Isn’t this saving your Conlin? I’m willing to give her medicine. It’s none of your business.”
Joyce: …
He was just curious about it.
Joyce asked him:”But isn’t your specific medicine stolen?”
“I stole it:” Pinson said confidently.
Joyce: …
The old man didn’t care about them. He just stood in front of the bed and watched Athach inject liquid medicine into Conlin.
When the potion was injected, he asked Athach:”Is this … OK?”
Athach said:”Test again after half an hour. If it was at a stable value, it will be OK in a short time.”
The old man’s tight heart strings relaxed slightly.
Athach injected the medicine and stood up. Seeing Pinson tired like that, she poured water for him.
Pinson, who was not angry with Joyce just now, opened his mouth directly, smiled obsequiously, and talked about how hard it was for him to come.
Suffering for half an hour passed, and old man hurriedly asked Joyce to measure the blood value of Conlin.
He still asked uneasily:”Is it really … under control?”