Chapter 3: The Emergence of the Medicine Cabinet

Chapter 3

The original owner's body was too weak. She fell into a deep sleep.

She dreamed that she had actually returned to her laboratory.

The lab that the company had arranged for her was very secretive. Apart from the chairman of the company and her assistant, almost no one knew the location of the lab.

Everything was the same. She touched the desk, computer, microscope, the syringe she used for injections, and the discarded test tubes.

The computer was on with her WeChat account logged in, and many messages kept popping up, all from family asking where she was.

She touched the keyboard and only then felt the sorrow of having died and left the modern world.

She would never see her parents and family again.

After spacing out for a while, she saw a bottle of iodine tincture on the desk. This was what she had taken out before injecting herself. Since she had been in the research institute for a long time, there were always various drugs in the institute.

She opened the medicine cabinet. Almost none of the drugs had been touched.

If she had these drugs, then perhaps that child could still be saved.

She didn't know how long she had slept when she heard the creaking sound of the door opening, and she suddenly woke up from her dream. Fiind updated novels at novelhall.com

A maid came in holding a lamp, carrying a plate of steamed buns which she heavily put down on the table, and coldly said, "Consort Yuan, please eat!"

After that, she put down the lamp on the table and left.

She hid the medicine chest, wolfing down a few steamed buns. Then she lay back down, wanting to see if she could dream her way back into the research institute.

But her emotions were surging, she was extremely excited. She tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Not only that, but for the next two days, she still could not sleep. Even when her body was completely exhausted without an ounce of strength, and she couldn't even open her eyes, her mind was still racing, unable to settle down.

On the third day, she still hadn't fallen asleep.

Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, she saw that she looked like a ghost.

Disheveled hair, sunken eye sockets, sallow complexion, a small scar on her brow. The wounds on her wrists didn't seem to be a big problem anymore, just occasionally throbbing with pain.

This was a sign of healing wounds.

She wondered how that boy was doing.

She slowly redirected her thoughts, feeling that fretting was useless. She should adapt to her present life first.

So when the maid brought her meal again, she asked, "Lv Ya, how is Steward Chen's grandson?"

The maid was called Lv Ya. She had the original owner's memories in her mind.

Lv Ya coldly said, "He's close to death, aren't you happy about it?"

Why would she be happy?