She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 658: You're not allowed to touch her

The brightly lit laboratory was extremely cold, and the large silver material reflected the light from the incandescent lamps, creating a dazzling scene.

The staff coming in and out were all dressed in thick white protective suits, wrapping themselves tightly inside their clothes.

Their faces were covered with white masks, leaving only their eyes visible. There were many tall iron racks, each holding neatly arranged rows of transparent glass test tubes. The colorful liquids inside the test tubes appeared crystal clear and exceptionally beautiful. However, these seemingly beautiful substances had a terrifying and suffocating effect.

One of the staff members reached out and took a test tube containing blue liquid from the rack, walking towards a nearby bed.

There, lying in a row, were three people who were restrained with ropes and handcuffs. From left to right, there was an elderly man with white hair, a strong and muscular young man, and a woman who had a six-month baby bump.

When they saw the person approaching with the test tube, they reacted like startled birds, their pupils dilating and fear evident in their eyes.

"Mmm..."

"Mhmm."

"No, please!"

Their mouths were sealed shut with black tape, depriving them of the chance to call for help.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared overhead, and the pregnant woman felt her stomach cramp in fear when she locked eyes with a pair of fierce and predatory eyes, reminiscent of a vulture.

Sweat dampened her hair, reflecting a sparkling gleam under the lights. Her watery eyes were filled with a plea for mercy, seemingly begging for leniency. Spare her, as her child had not yet been born. The radiance of motherhood manifested itself in full force at this moment.

Anyone with a hint of conscience would be moved by the love in her eyes. Unfortunately, the humanoid creature standing before her could barely be considered human, let alone possess conscience. He was an unquestionable demon! Unmoved by the woman's plea, he stared coldly. A cold and detached voice came from beneath his mask.

"Someone, open her mouth."

Upon hearing the order, two other staff members clad in white protective suits quickly approached from the sides.

The black tape was roughly torn open, leaving a red and swollen mark on the woman's face. She had a brief moment of "freedom," but soon her chin was forcefully pried open by the two men. "No, please! I beg you, don't harm my child," she cried out in despair. Alas, it was too late. She tasted a cool and slightly bitter sensation in her throat. The forced tilting of her head made it easy for the liquid to slide down her esophagus and into her stomach.

Her whole body felt like it was being burned by fire.

"Ah..."

The woman let out a painful scream as her restrained body began to struggle violently, resembling a fish still desperately fighting for its life on a chopping board.

However, no one here would pity a fish. Unfortunately, this fish didn't survive, unable to withstand the intense toxicity of the substance. Her face quickly turned purple at a visible rate, and fresh blood flowed continuously from beneath her dress.

Under the light, the color of the blood turned into a deep red, almost black.

The child probably couldn't make it.

"Such a pity, finally found a pregnant woman, and she died so weakly."

Behind the glass window over a meter high, Gracie stood with her arms crossed, watching every move inside.

Seeing this scene, she felt somewhat uncomfortable, furrowing her brows.

"Continue!"

"Yes."

The next target was the sturdy young man.

It was thought that his physical condition would be better than the pregnant woman's, and he should be able to hold on for a longer time.

Little did they know, his clinical reaction was even more intense than the pregnant woman just now.

Foaming at the mouth, eyes rolling back, and his whole body started twitching, emitting white smoke.

In no time, the man died.

On the other hand, the old man managed to survive.

Strange, how could this be?

The doctor looked at the old man with excitement, like a starving wolf finding prey in the wilderness. His eyes gleamed.

"Come, bring him to lab one, I want to personally dissect his body and observe the cell vitality."

Even if the old man managed to survive under the toxicity of the drugs, he would surely die under his scalpel. Truly tragic.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

After finishing everything, the doctor walked out of the lab to the window. He took off his mask, revealing a familiar weathered face.

Adrian, exhausted and sweating, but with a faint sense of satisfaction on his face, claimed credit:

"After several rounds of research and experimentation, we finally found a viable sample."

"Later, I will dissect the old man's organs to see the activity of the vaccine."

Sam nodded in approval.

"Very good, once the vaccine is successful, the plan can be put into action."

However, Adrian was not satisfied with the current progress, a hint of unease showing on his face.

"But... for now, we still don't know why it doesn't work on the young and pregnant women. Can we find two more pregnant women?" Without even thinking, Sam rejected his request.

"It's not as simple as you think. Monitoring outside is tight now, it's not easy to catch people."

Moreover, as a Christian, he was

very opposed to using pineap

women as experimental guinea pigs. Can Dother pregnant animals be used instead?

Three pregnant women were dead from the experiment.

He had warned Adrian before, this was the last time.

"I know it's hard to find. But this is unpredictable. I need to fully compare the resistance of the

vaccine to different age gene

and

not just rely on animal testing." en.swhovels.net

"Pregnant animals and pregnant women are vastly different. I swear, this is truly the last time."

As he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and reminded, "Isn't there still one pregnant woman available?"

As soon as the words fell, he felt a cold stare.

"No, she is currently useful to me. Don't you dare lay a hand on her!" Master Sam, usually gentle and elegant, was rare to be so angry.

Gracie, caught in the middle, also felt distressed.

"Alright, Adrian, Cheyenne is our

important trump card, we can't

mess with her. I'll help you find net

new pregnant woman, and we can let this matter pass."

In this way, Adrian could only reluctantly agree.