Everyone Wants to Pamper the Bigshot Researcher After Her Rebirth! - Chapter 562

Chapter 562: Blood Extraction

Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“You said only you and Gu Chen’s mother survived. How can I save more people?” Song Fan remained still, quietly staring at Old Mr. Brown.

She knew about the human experiments Jason had conducted and thought about the people on the deserted island, her gaze turning cold. If all this hadn’t been authorized by Old Mr. Brown, no one would have dared to do such things.

He didn’t want to save people; he wanted to use others’ lives to find a cure and save his own.

Old Mr. Brown chuckled lightly and rolled up his sleeve, revealing a forearm covered with needle marks. “You don’t think the drug dealers experimented on us just for fun, do you? I’m barely surviving on other medications. This poison has harmed many people. Giving you the Tango Fruit was in hopes you could develop a cure and prevent more deaths.”

Song Fan frowned, remaining silent. She understood Old Mr. Brown’s implication: he was using poison to fight poison to stay alive, enduring immense pain. If the head of the Brown family was in such a state, what about the others?

Her mind flashed back to the people on the island. Song Fan lowered her eyes, hiding her emotions. It seemed Gu Chen was the only one with antibodies who had survived, making him the cure for everyone else. If he lived, they lived; if he died, they died with him.

No wonder the Brown family wanted him alive but dared not let him die.

Seeing Song Fan’s slight hesitation, Old Mr. Brown continued, “I know you’ve been to the overseas base. I admit Jason went too far in some matters, but he did it to save lives.”

“Many on the island were criminals and drug addicts. Though it was tragic to use them as test subjects, they died for a cause.” To him, these people dying for his cause was an honor.

Song Fan kept her head down, fearing Old Mr. Brown would see the coldness in her eyes. His disregard for human life as a high-ranking figure disgusted her.

“If you can develop the antidote and keep Gu Chen alive, I’m willing to cover the treatment costs for others and help you establish a more advanced research lab. You could even take over Jason’s experiments. What do you think?” Old Mr. Brown made grand promises.

Internally, Song Fan sneered. If the Brown family could achieve this, they would have cleaned up their act long ago. Why go to such lengths?

Outwardly, she put on an admiring look. “Mr. Brown, it would be wonderful if you could think this way. Those people desperately need your help.”

As expected, Old Mr. Brown looked pleased with her words. He believed that she was just a young girl and that he could easily handle her.

“Can I see Gu Chen? I’m genuinely worried about him,” he asked, seizing the opportunity. He needed to see Gu Chen himself. Not knowing Gu Chen’s condition made him uneasy, and it seemed Song Fan was not easy to deal with either.

Song Fan lowered her head, hesitating. She knew that if she didn’t let him see Gu Chen, he might resort to extreme measures. After a moment, she looked up at Old Mr. Brown with a troubled expression. “Mr. Brown, it’s not that I don’t want you to see him. He’s in very poor health and has been unconscious. Seeing him won’t do much good.”

She glanced around cautiously. “And you should know, he’s in danger now. If you want to visit, you must go alone. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee his safety.”

Old Mr. Brown frowned. Given his status, many people were watching him. Going alone was dangerous. But not seeing Gu Chen made him equally uneasy.

Song Fan saw his hesitation and played her trump card. “My research has made some progress. If you can provide some blood, it might help my research. Don’t you want to find the cure as soon as possible?”

Her gaze was intense, devoid of any other emotion. What she said was true. She couldn’t keep drawing Gu Chen’s blood, but now she had a suitable donor.

Old Mr. Brown, startled by her gaze, coughed. He didn’t want to give blood, but the thought of seeing Gu Chen and creating the antidote made him grit his teeth. “Fine, we’ll do it your way.”