Huo Rou fainted surprisingly suddenly; she had been talking perfectly fine just a moment before.
Fortunately, Minister Zeng had arranged a lounge to serve as a temporary infirmary, where all the medical equipment related to detoxification was located.
This was prepared with the utmost speed the moment he received the news. Even the doctor present was a renowned domestic and international expert personally brought in from a hospital.
Now, this expert was scrutinizing the data on the instruments, his brow furrowing and eyes widening intermittently.
"Have the lab results come back?" After staring at the data for a long time, the expert didn't know how to face the people behind him. He could only hope the test results would be good.
The assistant looked at the lab results, his face contorted, and raised his head. Their eyes met, and neither knew what to say. Although they often spoke such things, the people behind them were no ordinary individuals, and the person lying on the bed was likely even more so.
"What's the situation?" Minister Zeng, uncharacteristically impatient, stepped forward and asked directly.
He had clearly seen the non-verbal communication between the doctor and the assistant, and the situation was likely grim.
"Sigh!" The doctor sighed and turned around. "It's very bad. We previously studied the poisoned needle from the hidden weapon provided by Director Zhao. It's inherently a most tormenting and potent poison."
"The chances of survival are extremely low, but it's not immediately fatal. Furthermore, there's a component that can keep a person constantly conscious. By all logical deductions, this young lady shouldn't have fainted."
Holding the data in his hand, the doctor spoke with both regret and relief, "She should have been in unbearable agony, but this young lady has another poison in her body."
"There's another poison?!" Minister Zeng raised his voice and looked at Zhao Wen. "Didn't you say she was only exposed to this one hidden weapon? How did I instruct you? What are your orders from above? Is this how you protect my people?"
Minister Zeng's face turned ashen as he looked at Huo Rou lying quietly on the bed. She was their ace, and he regarded her as a junior he cherished like his own daughter.
His eyes were filled with concern, and he desperately wished for her well-being.
"Zhao Wen, the organization trusted you and assigned this mission to your team. What have you given me now?! Are you and your subordinates eating shit?"
Minister Zeng even resorted to vulgar language.
Everyone watched as the usually proud Director Zhao hung his head in shame under Minister Zeng's reprimand.
Zhao Wen admitted their negligence.
He confessed that he had indeed become too reliant on Huo Rou's capabilities. In his mind, Captain Huo was invincible. Had it been any other protectee, he would never have agreed to them alighting from the vehicle together.
The phone rang. He glanced hesitantly at Minister Zeng, who couldn't say much and replied, "Answer it."
It was Brother Zhou calling.
"Director Zhao, I've thought of someone who might be able to cure Miss Huo's poison!"
Zhao Wen's previously lowered eyes snapped open instantly, filled with a newfound brilliance.
"Who?"
"The Shen family! Shen Wuyou." Brother Zhou, after returning and being prompted by someone else, finally remembered the Shen family, renowned for their exceptional medical skills.
"Shen Wuyou?" Zhao Wen was unfamiliar with the name.
Brother Zhou quickly educated him with the information he had just learned. "Shen Wuyou is a genius of the Shen family's current generation, particularly skilled in pharmaceutical development. It's said that many of the special medicines used by special forces are developed by him..."
Hearing this, Zhao Wen's excitement somewhat waned. Such a person would surely be difficult to contact.
"What's his contact information?"
Brother Zhou's excited tone abruptly halted as if a gear had slipped. He said somewhat sheepishly, "At my level, I can't reach him. I heard he was helping out at a hospital today. I rushed over, but he had already left. I was thinking, perhaps you could ask those higher up? They might be able to get him..."
Brother Zhou actually had a selfish motive of wanting to observe the scene firsthand, but considering their current classified operation, it was unlikely they would be easily granted access to the site.
After hanging up, Zhao Wen turned to Minister Zeng. "Our military doctor called me, saying that Shen Wuyou of the Shen family might be able to cure the poison. Can you contact him on your end?"
Minister Zeng had certainly heard of Shen Wuyou. He looked at Huo Rou, who lay unconscious on the bed, his words tinged with self-reproach. "Our people have already tried to contact him, but the line was busy. When we called again, his phone was switched off."
They were a step too late. Moreover, another potential helper, Old Master Shen, was involved in a special experiment and was temporarily unreachable.
Just as the atmosphere in the room was becoming heavy and somber, someone knocked on the door to announce a visitor.
"Minister, someone outside claims to want to see Huo Rou. I've detained them. How should we proceed?"
Huo Rou's presence here was part of a covert operation, and it was imperative that no one else knew about it.
The fact that this individual knew the precise location and specifically asked for Huo Rou made them highly suspicious, forcing them to report to their superiors.
"Did you find out who it is?"
"He said his name is Shen Wuyou."
An An suddenly ran excitedly from Huo Rou's bedside. "It's Uncle Shen! Uncle Shen is here! Grandpa, quickly let him in! He's here to save Mom!"
Speak of the devil.
Minister Zeng, caught up in An An's excited emotions, exclaimed, "Quickly bring him in! Hurry!"
This was almost their last ray of hope.
The moment Shen Wuyou entered the room, his eyes were solely fixed on Huo Rou.
His gaze filled with concern as he approached the bedside and felt her forehead for temperature.
If this were before, Huo Rou would have sensed his presence and dodged before his hand even touched her forehead.
But this time, Huo Rou remained in a deep slumber.
He took the data from the doctor and meticulously examined it while simultaneously taking Huo Rou's pulse.
The situation was even worse than he had anticipated.
"Uncle Shen, how is it?" An An asked breathlessly as she watched him place Huo Rou's hand back under the covers.
"She'll be alright." Shen Wuyou's ambiguous reply finally put An An at ease.
"That's good. I knew you were the best, Uncle Shen. You can definitely save Mom."
However, Shen Wuyou's heart was a jumble of emotions. He dared not tell An An that the only feasible method he could currently devise was to make Huo Rou fall into a complete slumber...
But, he needed to discuss it with Huo Rou.
Fortunately, he hadn't abandoned his research on this poison over the years. The materials he had on hand could at least help Huo Rou regain consciousness for a while.
He took out a pile of items from the backpack he brought and poured handfuls of medicine into Huo Rou's mouth.
Minister Zeng watched the scene with a sense of shock. It was as if medicine was being consumed like food. He recalled his own daughter's pained grimace even after taking a single pill. How could Huo Rou be made to ingest so much medicine...
Isn't a good doctor supposed to prescribe the least amount of medicine for the best therapeutic effect?
The usually rational Minister Zeng began to harbor resentment towards the doctor due to the sheer quantity of pills, even casting hidden doubts.
Could this Shen Wuyou truly save Huo Rou?