The call was from Queenie, and Zachary switched his attitude to simp mode. “Oh, you’re here, Queenie? Nothing happened on the way, I hope?”
Queenie ignored his question and went out. “How’s the patient doing? I told the pilot to land the chopper at the nearest clearing. If nothing goes wrong, I should be there in ten.”
“Ahem.” Zachary coughed awkwardly. “You don’t have to come now, Queenie.”
Queenie’s face fell. “What are you talking about? Are you joking?”
“No, I’m not.” Zachary explained quickly, “It’s just that the patient’s cured.”
“Cured? I thought you said he was in serious condition.” He made it sound like the patient’s dying, but now he’s cured right after I got off the chopper? And that’s too fast! Even the normal flu would take nearly a week to heal.
“Arielle did it.” Zachary briefed her about how Arielle neutralized the snake venom in the patient’s body.
Queenie was quiet for a moment. “You mean she neutralized the Furious Devil?”
Zachary was surprised she knew that. “You know the venom’s name? So she didn’t make it up herself?”
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