The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 936

Zephyr couldn't bear to see her like this. He walked in several times, urging her to rest.

“Ms. Garcia, you need to take care of your health to research effectively. While you're in this state, you shouldn't push yourself too hard.”

Neera understood that, too, but she just couldn't find a way to calm down and rest.

In the end, it was she who pushed herself to the brink of exhaustion, unable to stand, before she had no choice but to hook herself up to an IV drip.

The transparent medicinal fluid, drop by drop, flowed into her body through the thin catheter.

She lay on her back, her arm draped over her forehead, and her face visibly weary.

Zephyr, who was next to her, also felt grim and gloomy.

In his memory, ever since he started following Neera, he had never seen her in such a disheveled state.

It seems this time, we've really encountered a tough problem...

Buzz! Buzz!

In the room where one could hear a pin drop, the sudden vibration of the mobile phone broke the silence.

Before Neera knew it, she had fallen asleep.

Zephyr glanced at the screen, saw it was a call from Jean, and answered it for her.

“Neera, are you feeling better now?”

As soon as the call was connected, Jean's worried inquiry came through.

“Mr. Beauvort, it's me, Zephyr. Ms. Garcia is asleep now.”

Jean paused for a moment, his voice instantly becoming deeper.

“How is she now? Is she still running a fever?”

“Yes, Ms. Garcia has been anxiously searching for a breakthrough, but there has been no progress. She's almost worn out. She's now on an IV drip, exhausted and asleep.”

Upon hearing that, Jean felt his heart being tightly gripped by an invisible force.

After hanging up the phone, he was on tenterhooks.

Left with no other options, all he could do was call Osbert to ask about the progress on his end.

“Jean, please don't worry. Mr. Hanson has already entrusted his friend to investigate the cause of the illness. The friend is an expert in allergies, so we should have results soon.”

How could Jean possibly not be anxious?

“How much longer do we have to wait? She's barely holding on over there. She's running a fever and has been overworking these past few days. If this continues, I'm afraid things will only get worse for her!”

He had become anxious from being overly worried, making it difficult for him to stay calm. His speech was both fast and pressuring.

After he finished speaking, he realized his lapse in composure. He closed his eyes briefly, then raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry, I was too hasty.”

Osbert expressed his understanding. “Jean, I know you're worried about Neera, and I feel the same. But right now, we really don't have any other options. All we can do is wait.”

However, Jean didn't want it that way.

After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly asked, “Is there any way I could get into the research center? Even though I may not be of much help, I can be there with her, even if it's just to take care of her.”

Upon hearing that, Osbert immediately dismissed the idea without a second thought.

“No way, Jean. It's not that I don't want to help you. It's just that the allergen of this disease is still unclear, and there's no treatment method. Your health isn't great to begin with. If you go in and get infected, wouldn't that be troublesome? Neera would definitely be even more anxious then...”

Jean had anticipated the other party's disagreement, but he still wouldn't give up.

“There's always a way... If I wear protective suits, that should work, right?”

Osbert paused for a moment, wanting to say no.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he hesitated.

“Logically speaking, wearing a sterile isolation suit should pose no issues. The allergic contagion should only be transmitted through skin contact. However, you still can't go, so how about I go in your place? Jean, please patiently wait at home. Don't make Neera worry.”

In fact, he was also quite worried about Neera. Taking a risk to go there once wasn't really a problem.

Yet, Jean didn't want to rely on others. He insisted, saying, “I must go myself. If I don't see her in person, I won't be at ease.”

Unable to refuse him further, Osbert could only reluctantly agree.

At the research center.

Around noon, Neera finally woke up, feeling somewhat groggy. Thankfully, her fever had subsided a bit.

Upon learning that Jean had called her, she quickly dialed him back.

“My fever has subsided, and I'm feeling much better. You don't need to worry about me. Take good care of yourself.”

Upon hearing the strength return to her voice, Jean finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he didn't tell her that he was planning to go and find her.

If I tell her, she will surely not agree.

So, he had no choice but to act first and report later.

Meanwhile, Neera did not find anything amiss. After hanging up the phone, she ate something.

After she was done eating, Leila called.

“Ms. Garcia, may I ask if you have some time this afternoon? Could I possibly bring my grandfather to your research center for treatment?”

Neera frowned. “Has Mr. Saunders had another episode?”

She calculated the time in her mind, silently thinking that something wasn't right.

The time since the last treatment was quite short. Logically, it should have lasted at least half a month.

Leila quickly responded, “Not at all, but I do believe that prevention is always better.”

Hearing that, Neera breathed a sigh of relief.

This allergic reaction had left her at her wits' end, and she truly didn't have any energy left.

At that moment, she told Leila honestly, “I'm sorry, but I won't be able to treat your grandfather in the near future.”

Leila was puzzled. “Why? What happened?”

Neera didn't hide anything and quickly shared her situation with her.

“That's the situation. I've caught the infection, too, and need to be quarantined. If I were to interact with you all recklessly, I might spread it to you. Therefore, your grandfather's illness will have to be put on hold for now.”