When the GF9 Test Subject Became His Obsession novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39 The Cure in Her Hands

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After eating lunch, taking his medicine, and playing Princess Life Sim for a while, Lebron’s face was all quiet gentleness.

“I want to sleep for a bit,” he said.

Thanos, in the middle of a League of Legends match, immediately jumped up from the sofa. His eyes were still glued to his phone, but his body had already taken a few steps toward the door.

Then he glanced back and met Lebron’s gaze–his feet froze like they’d been nailed to the floor with ice picks.

Turning stiffly, he saw Serena had only just risen from her seat.

From his bed, Lebron threw Thanos a cold, dismissive look before turning back to Serena, his expression instantly melting into warm gentleness again.

Thanos was speechless.

It felt like, after losing his mom’s attention, he was about to lose his brother’s too.

But the patient came first. Now was not the time to fight with Serena.

He trudged back to the sofa, picked up his phone, and snorted.

Serena tidied the console, set it on the cabinet farthest from the bed, lowered the hospital bed for Lebron, and tucked in his blanket.

Lebron’s lips curved in a faint smile. Watching Serena fuss over him left him deeply content.

“Serena. Hand,” he said, reaching out.

She understood and took his hand.

“Thanos, get a chair,” Lebron added–this time with far less courtesy.

Thanos groaned inwardly but obediently brought a chair for Serena to sit at Lebron’s bedside.

“When I fall asleep, Serena can let go,” Lebron said,

As if afraid she might mind, he quickly added, “I’ll be good. I’ll fall asleep fast.”

When he was ill, falling asleep was hard. He could go entire nights without rest. Sleeping pills and sedatives might knock him out, but they left him in mental torment and worsened his

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Olivia had somehow gotten the recipe for Serenity Blend, and to everyone’s shock, it actually worked for him. But right now, it seemed that someone’s hand was even more effective than Serenity Blend.

In less than ten minutes, Lebron was asleep.

“Well, I guess this job is yours from now on,” Thanos grumbled.

Serena didn’t let go right away. She used the moment to take his pulse. After two days of treatment, it was time to add something more.

She wrote out an herbal formula for Sean Shaw.

Sean, Deputy Director of Horizon Research Institute, handled all her affairs there.

At that moment, Sean was giving a talk at an industry seminar. The host had just handed him the microphone when he suddenly stood up without warning. “Sorry, urgent matter. I have to step out.”

People whispered–was his wife having a baby?

Out in the hallway, Sean’s cold, expressionless face softened instantly. “Sweetpea, are you alright?”

Serena had no interest in small talk. “Make these into pills according to the herbal formula. I need them urgently.”

Sean read it over once and felt a jolt. Without a doubt, this was another formula their archives didn’t have.

He wanted to call her, but stopped himself.

Serena was out doing social skills training. All their communications went through encrypted channels so no one could track her movements. Phone calls were too easy to compromise.

He typed quickly: “How many bottles does Sweetpea need?”

“Three bottles a month. And GoldCure as well.”

Sean schooled his face into a sly smile.

“But Sweetpea, your herbal formula needs Netherbloom too. There’s only so much of it, and our institute is using all of it for GoldCure. I don’t think we have any extra for you.”

Serena rolled her eyes. “I already sent some over. Just have someone receive it.”

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Receive it? Not a chance–something that valuable, he would pick up himself.

Sean slipped out without even telling anyone and headed back to the institute.

Inside, research staff member Zion Quinton was crouched over a Netherbloom plant, inspecting it for a long while before sighing.

“What’s wrong, Mr. Zion?”

That morning, several Netherblooms had suddenly wilted, despite perfect temperature, humidity, soil, and fertilizer conditions.

The technician was nervous–had they messed up and killed such precious herbs?

Zion shook his head. “It’s not your fault. They’ve reached the end of their life cycle.”

Netherbloom was a ten–year herb, and this year marked the end.

Panic rippled through the lab. The second batch of GoldCure was about to launch, and they needed large quantities of Netherbloom. If they kept dying off day by day, the garden wouldn’t survive the year, and the supply chain would collapse.

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