Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 19

Aimee was unaware of what was going on outside and went straight back to her room through another door.

Her room, which was originally connected to Patrick's room, was a long detour from the front door, but from the back door, as long as the respective doors were opened.

After Casey's fuss, Aimee had no time for herself.

Not wanting to lose any time in treating Patrick, she returned to her house and took out the potion and began to mix it.

After giving it to Patrick once last night, Patrick's body feedback was quite good, which gave Aimee more confidence that she could cure Patrick.

In particular, Patrick has a very good physical base and surprised Aimee with the response he was able to give.

So, tonight's measurement, Aimee is adding some.

She used a conservative measurement last night, fearing that Patrick's body might not be able to handle it.

The good thing is, what was feared did not happen, but turned out to be better.

After mixing the potion, Aimee will put the solution into a small refrigerator and keep it on ice for four hours so that it will work best when injected into Patrick's body.

Taking advantage of this time, Aimee opened her computer and logged on to a long-dusted web page.

Instantly, crackling message alerts kept popping up.

Aimee's face instantly darkened, staring speechlessly at the computer screen, waiting for all the messages to finish prompting, and not a click to browse through, but directly shut down all.

She sent a message out, "Whoever gives me another pop-up message, get the hell out."

Instantly, those who were leaping in front of the computer screen, ready to send a message to Aimee, stopped moving.

Even, a few fingers have been placed on top of the enter key, immediately move their hands away from the enter key.

Fortunately, they did not press the enter button, otherwise, it was so hard to get in, because the action was too fast, pissed off their boss and was thrown out, it would have been too much to lose.

Aimee waited for a minute to see that everyone was still well behaved before she continued tapping on the keyboard.

"That neuron restoration project from three years ago, restart it up, I have a very good patient here, when the time comes, come over to two people and join me on the operating table."

Now, who cares about Aimee's threats, pop-up messages keep coming out and nearly crashing Aimee's computer.

"Boss, choose me, choose me, my current technology is NO.1, only I can match the boss your technology."

"Boss, look at me, I can suffer and can be cute, I am the boss of your little source of happiness ah."

"Roll, the boss you ignore him, the oldest choose me, the turn should also be your turn to suffer the Tenth disciples."

"......"

Aimee did not bother to read those messages, only said: "I will choose the candidate depending on the mood, you do not have to kill each other framed, now, I want you to do one thing first."

"Boss you say."

Aimee : "I am missing a medicine here, I have written the ingredients, give you three days to make it for me and send it to Innisrial."

At the same time, Aimee sent a document with only a few equations, but the crowd was silenced in unison after seeing it.

They are the ones who are offended, what their boss wants, where can that be something ordinary.