bayedsolid Chapter 222 No one but me can save him
Chapter 222 No one but me can save him
Tan Zhengchu realized that his current physical strength was entirely supported by medication, and the side effects of the medication were gradually becoming apparent.
He took a deep breath and made a decision: "I need to go see Lin Quan later. The effects of the medicine may have worn off, and I need to adjust things."
The car slowly drove into the Tan family's old house, which appeared particularly tranquil in the rain.
Tan Zhengchu gently patted Su Yingxue's shoulder and said softly, "We're home. I'll take you back to your room."
Su Yingxue nodded and let Tan Zhengchu help her into the room.
She was physically tired, but her heart was warmed by Tan Zhengchu's concern.
Tan Zhengchu watched her lie down, carefully tucked her in, and whispered, "Rest well, don't think too much. I'll take care of everything."
Su Yingxue closed her eyes and softly replied, "Yes, you should get some rest too."
Tan Zhengchu stood by the bed, watching her quietly until her breathing became steady, before turning away.
His footsteps were very light, as if he were afraid of waking her.
After leaving the room, his expression gradually darkened.
He took out his phone and dialed Lin Quan's number, his voice low and urgent: "Lin Quan, I need to see you. The effects of the medication may have worn off, and I'm not feeling well."
Lin Quan's calm voice came from the other end of the phone: "I understand, I'll arrange it right away."
Tan Zhengchu gently closed Su Yingxue's door and turned to walk towards the end of the corridor.
His steps were steady, but there was a hint of fatigue in his eyes.
The third brother was already waiting at the door, holding a cell phone in his hand, looking respectful: "Mr. Tan, an unknown number has been calling several times. Would you like to take a look?"
Tan Zhengchu took the phone, glanced at the missed calls on the screen, and his eyes turned slightly cold.
He didn't call back, but simply put his phone back in his pocket and said casually, "Ignore it, go to the lab first."
The third brother nodded, quickly followed Tan Zhengchu's steps, and whispered a reminder: "The car is ready, and Dr. Lin's lab has also been notified."
The night was deep, and the air after the rain carried a slight chill.
The third brother opened the car door for Tan Zhengchu and said in a low voice, "Mr. Tan, please."
Tan Zhengchu got into the car, closed his eyes slightly, rested his forehead on one hand, and looked somewhat tired.
The third brother closed the car door and whispered to the driver, "Go to Dr. Lin's laboratory."
The car slowly started and drove into the night.
Tan Zhengchu leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, but Su Yingxue's face and the call from that unfamiliar number kept appearing in his mind.
His brow furrowed slightly, a vague unease creeping into his heart.
Suddenly, the silence inside the car was broken by a cell phone ringing.
Tan Zhengchu opened his eyes, a dark glint flashing in them.
He picked up his phone, and the screen displayed that unfamiliar number.
He pressed the answer button, his voice indifferent: "Who is this?"
A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone, tinged with amusement and mystery: "Mr. Tan, I've heard so much about you. I have the antidote you need. Would you be interested in discussing a deal?"
Tan Zhengchu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his tone was icy: "I don't know you, and I don't believe you."
The woman chuckled softly, her voice carrying a hint of seduction: "Mr. Tan, why be so wary? You know your own body best. Without my antidote, you won't last long."
Tan Zhengchu clenched his fists slightly, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "My affairs are none of your concern."
After saying that, he hung up the phone and blacklisted the number.
His gaze was cold and stern as he muttered to himself, "Looks like someone's got their eyes on me."
In a dimly lit room, the woman stared at the phone that had been hung up, a flash of anger in her eyes.
She slammed her phone to the ground, her voice filled with suppressed anger: "Tan Zhengchu, how dare you hang up on me!"
A servant cautiously stepped forward and whispered, "Miss, Tan Zhengchu is very wary; it's difficult for us to get close to him."
The woman sneered, raised her hand to touch the butterfly mask on her face, and said with a hint of resentment in her voice, "How long does he think he can hold out? Without my antidote, he will come begging to me sooner or later."
A hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a determined light.
She murmured to herself, "Since he refuses to cooperate, then don't blame me for using other methods."
The servant asked with some concern, "Miss, what do you intend to do?"
The woman curled her lips into a smile, her voice tinged with a chilling undertone: "Lin Quan's experiment must fail. Only then will Tan Zhengchu understand that no one but me can save him."
Her gaze, through the mask, seemed to pierce the night, pointing directly in Tan Zhengchu's direction.
"Tan Zhengchu, you can't escape."
After hanging up the phone, Tan Zhengchu casually tossed his phone aside, closed his eyes, and leaned back in his chair.
His brow furrowed slightly, clearly displeased with the phone call.
The car was completely silent, with only the low hum of the engine echoing in the ears.
Not long after, the car slowly came to a stop.
The third brother whispered a reminder: "Mr. Tan, we've arrived."
Tan Zhengchu opened his eyes and glanced coldly out the window.
Lin Quan’s laboratory stood in the night, its light shining through the windows, making it appear particularly deserted.
He pushed open the car door and strode towards the laboratory entrance.
The third brother followed behind and whispered, "Dr. Lin is still busy inside and hasn't come out to greet us. Wei Hao is also here; would you like to go see him first?"
Tan Zhengchu paused slightly, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips: "Fine, let's see what he looks like now."
The laboratory door was pushed open, and Lao Wu was sitting to the side. When he saw Tan Zhengchu come in, he immediately stood up and greeted him respectfully: "President Tan".
Tan Zhengchu nodded, his gaze falling directly on the bed in the center of the room.
Wei Hao was handcuffed to the bed, his body thin, with a beard growing around his mouth, and he looked exhausted.
Tan Zhengchu walked slowly closer, looking down at him with a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "Wei Hao, how are you feeling now?"
Upon hearing the sound, Wei Hao slowly opened his eyes.
A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes when he saw Tan Zhengchu, but he quickly regained his composure.
He smirked, his voice hoarse yet defiant: "Tan Zhengchu, are you here to laugh at me? Or do you want to die with me?"
Tan Zhengchu sneered, his tone icy: "You're overthinking it. You might be dead, but I might still be alive."
After he finished speaking, he turned to leave, the smile in his eyes vanishing instantly, replaced by a look of disgust.
After leaving the room, the third brother asked in a low voice, "President Tan, what should we do about Wei Hao?"
Tan Zhengchu's gaze darkened, and his voice carried a hint of coldness: "Keep him for now, he still has a use for you."
His tone revealed a hint of impatience, clearly indicating that his disgust for Wei Hao had reached its peak.
But he knew very well that Wei Hao could not die now.
He needs to extract more information from Wei Hao before he finds an antidote.
The third brother nodded and said nothing more.
Tan Zhengchu's gaze returned to the depths of the laboratory, and he murmured softly, "Lin Quan, I hope you won't disappoint me."