Chapter 566: Fallen into a Trap

Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

The next day, Gu Chen’s men came to the hospital to report that Peter had been sent abroad overnight.

“Peter and his people were forcibly put on a plane, but Old Mr. Brown hasn’t left, and it seems Charlie is still at the hotel.”

“Moreover, Old Mr. Brown has gathered a lot of people, likely planning something big.”

Listening to his subordinate’s report, Gu Chen remained frowning. If Old Mr. Brown hadn’t left, his target must be him. But Song Fan’s antidote was only halfway through the research. Could Old Mr. Brown also be nearing his end?

Considering his current situation, Gu Chen felt it was getting to a point of no return.

At that moment, Song Fan and Wu Yong entered with excitement.

Wu Yong immediately grabbed a syringe, preparing to inject Gu Chen. “Gu Chen, this is great! There’s hope, there’s hope!”

Instinctively, Gu Chen pulled back his hand. Song Fan took the syringe from Wu Yong and rolled up Gu Chen’s sleeve. “What are you avoiding? We’ve been working nonstop for days. This is the antidote!”

Before he could react, Song Fan had already injected the antidote into him.

“Extracted from over ten Tango Fruits, the concentration is just right to detoxify you. You are truly lucky!” Song Fan said, smiling happily.

Wu Yong even wiped away tears. “This is wonderful! Gu Chen, with your great fortune, you’ll live a long life!”

After celebrating briefly, Gu Chen had the bodyguard repeat the earlier report.

When Song Fan learned about Old Mr. Brown’s actions, her smile vanished.

She knew Old Mr. Brown planned to act because he was aware she was working on the antidote. “He knows I’m researching the antidote and wants to make a move. After all, only you have the antibodies.”

If Old Mr. Brown had any other options, he wouldn’t risk coming to China. Song Fan felt a bit anxious.

She mobilized all available forces to protect Gu Chen, even hiring a few snipers. If anything suspicious happened, they were ordered to shoot. She couldn’t allow anything to happen to Gu Chen.

After making all the arrangements, Song Fan felt somewhat reassured.

When her phone rang and she saw it was her godmother Wang Rou calling, she had a bad feeling. Wang Rou had been in a sanatorium and hadn’t contacted her for a long time. An unexpected call meant something was wrong.

Sure enough, as soon as she answered, she heard a strange woman’s voice. “Are you Wang Rou’s relative? She collapsed at the sanatorium, possibly from a stroke. We need a family member to sign for surgery. She’s at the hospital!”

Song Fan was startled. Before she could ask anything, she heard chaotic sounds, as if someone was being resuscitated.

“Miss Song, you’d better come quickly. Without your signature, we can’t proceed with the surgery.”

“Alright, I’m on my way.”

Without hesitation, Song Fan drove away from the hospital.

She knew if Wang Rou wasn’t seriously ill, she wouldn’t contact her. She tried to call the sanatorium director, but as she passed an intersection, a van crashed straight into her car.

Unable to brake in time, she swerved sharply, only to be hit by another vehicle.

When the airbag deployed, she was already semi-conscious, but she instinctively sensed something was wrong.

Four foreign bodyguards quickly got out of the van and dragged her out of the car.

Just before losing consciousness, Song Fan muttered, “I’ve fallen into a trap!”

When she woke up again, she found herself on a cruise ship. Looking out the window, she confirmed the ship was still docked, and she felt a bit relieved.

The door opened, and Old Mr. Brown’s voice rang out. “Miss Song, I’m sorry. I was afraid you wouldn’t come with me willingly, so I had to invite you this way.”

“You call this an invitation? That’s quite a unique method.” Song Fan shifted uncomfortably, her hands and feet bound.

Old Mr. Brown gestured, and someone stepped forward to cut the ropes binding her. Then he smiled at her, “Yes, you are the key to saving lives. I had to invite you.”

Song Fan squinted suspiciously at him. “I don’t have any antibodies. My blood can’t save your life.”

Old Mr. Brown gave her a long look, then laughed loudly. “Miss Song, if antibodies could save my life, why would I wait until now to find Gu Chen?”

“What I need is not Gu Chen but an expert who can use him for experiments and successfully create an antidote.”