Logan dared not think too much about it. He was sad about what Franklin was suffering from.

Franklin took the binoculars and stood on the fifth floor of the hospital across the street, looking inside the lounge of the research lab.

The sight of Sylvia lying quietly and weakly on the bed almost killed him.

He thought, “Doesn't the medicine work? Why is she still in a coma? It is not supposed to be like this. The prescription for that antidote costs 100 million. They don't have to lie to me."

Just then, Sylvia, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened her eyes. She felt confused with a blank mind.

It took a while for her to realize what was going on.

She looked at Logan with empty eyes and asked, "What time is it?"

"7 p.m." Logan said with a worried face, "Sylvia, how are you feeling now? Are you feeling better?"

"My head is pounding. It seems like the poison is more intense than before." Sylvia shook her head. As she spoke, she began to vomit blood.

It was sticky and warm.

Blood kept trickling down the corner of her lips.

Even the quilt was stained.

Overcome with dizziness, Sylvia nearly passed out.

"Sylvia!"

"Sylvia!"

Mark, Vaild, and Logan exclaimed simultaneously.

Sylvia tried her best to look at them and asked, "What ... what's wrong?"

"Sylvia, your hair..." Logan pointed painfully at Sylvia's long hair and stared in disbelief.

Sylvia scratched her hair, only to find a large handful of hair

was falling out

pillow was a large

jokingly with a smile, "I want to know whether the antidote is working. I

a smile

eyes, "Sylvia, you don't have to

born to die, sooner or later.” Sylvia smiled and

across the street and kept looking at her in

pained to

hold her tightly in his arms. Sylvia's hair was long and beautiful, but

look and pale smile all wrenched

was overwhelmed by

tough?" Although Franklin didn't know what Sylvia said, he could guess it according to

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he took out his phone and sent another message to

why don't you reply to

the bed, heard

and found it

stared blankly

she began to

from a nap. I've been quite busy lately, and

Sylvia lied.

find her wherever she went in H

Franklin was also

Franklin was overcome with grief

typed with trembling fingers, "Sweetie,

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a little longer,” Franklin said

I'll move a chair for you,"

the lounge, Sylvia asked, "Do you have a

need a mirror for?" Logan asked

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