Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1643: Chapter 1643: I’ll Leave It All to You to Handle

“It’s fine.” He took a deep breath and smiled, “Hearing you say that takes away all the pain.”

“Lie down quickly, and stop moving around.”

Ruan Tianling gently lay down, and Jian Yufei pulled out a tissue to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

“Behave yourself these next couple of days. If the wound worsens again, I won’t care about you anymore,” she said irritably.

Ruan Tianling nodded, “I’ll make sure to recover properly. Yufei, you really didn’t agree to his terms, did you?”

“And what if I did?”

A flicker of hostility flashed in Ruan Tianling’s eyes: “If you did, I’d lock you up immediately and make sure you don’t have a chance to escape!”

Jian Yufei’s fingertips trembled slightly: “So we’re just going to ignore Ansel’s life?”

“I’m a man; matters like these are for me to handle. You don’t need to worry about anything. I’ll get the antidote. Once I’ve recovered, I’ll go to London again. This time, I’ll plan everything out thoroughly. Everything will be up to me—you don’t need to concern yourself.”

Jian Yufei felt her chest tighten with unbearable discomfort.

She kept her expression neutral: “Alright, I’ll leave it all to you.”

Only then did Ruan Tianling close his eyes in satisfaction: “Remember what you said…”

His body was too weak, and after speaking, he quickly drifted into a dazed sleep.

Jian Yufei’s gaze turned sorrowful. How could she tell him there was no antidote?

If he knew there was no antidote, what would he do?

He wouldn’t possibly agree to let her go back.

He wouldn’t compromise for the antidote; he wasn’t the kind of man who backed down or conceded in the face of challenges.

He would only think about obtaining a temporary antidote first, then figure out how to develop a real cure.

But the hardships involved in this—she didn’t need to imagine it to know how severe they were.

And she certainly wouldn’t let him continue to take such risks…

The outright confrontation wasn’t the right approach; it would only cause harm to their own people.

Moreover, the antidote developed each year had always come from Nangong Xu. With Nangong Xu dead, what would they do when Ansel’s condition relapsed in the future?

…

Jian Yufei was completely at a loss for what to do.

She left the room and went into a large research laboratory.

The laboratory was filled with equipment and numerous jars and vials.

A dozen or so doctors were conducting experiments, and the liquids in the test tubes were continuously emitting various strange odors.

Seeing her come in, a doctor asked her in Chinese, “Madam, is there something you need?”

Jian Yufei pressed her lips together and asked, “Still no progress at all?”

“I’m sorry, we truly haven’t made any progress.”

“I heard there’s a drug that can temporarily suppress the virus. Can you research and develop something to temporarily suppress it?”

The doctor pondered and said, “We can try, but it may not be successful.”

Jian Yufei nodded, “I understand. Can you locate the virus itself?”

“Do you mean the virus source?”

As in, the virus before it’s been injected and before mutation.

“Yes, that’s what I mean.”

“No,” the doctor shook his head.

“If you obtained the antidote, could you develop more based on it?” Jian Yufei asked again.

The doctor finally gave her a definitive answer: “That should be no problem.”

Jian Yufei felt somewhat relieved, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Jian Yufei exited the laboratory and went to find Awei: “I’d like to go out to buy some ingredients to make something to nourish Ruan Tianling. Come with me.”

Upon hearing this, Awei promptly agreed: “Of course.”

Ruan Tianling was still asleep, and no one disturbed him.

Jian Yufei and Awei took one car, followed closely by another car carrying bodyguards.