Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 9 A Stealthy Cure

Upstairs, as soon as Sylvester left, the girl woke up, no longer appearing sleepy. She got up and looked around before entering the adjacent room.

On the bed lay a boy with extremely pale skin, his lips cherry red, and his features delicate and clean, resembling Sylvester a little.

Seeing the cherry red lips, she concluded that he was poisoned.

She touched the boy's wrist, feeling a weak, faint pulse. His life energy was diminishing, indicating a critical condition. The boy's vital signs were gradually disappearing. She didn't hesitate, fiercely biting her own finger, and fresh blood oozed out. She placed her hand near the boy's lips and let it drip into his mouth.

Unfortunately, her wound quickly closed, her healing ability was too powerful, enabling her to quickly recover from minor injuries. Without much thought, the girl fiercely bit her fingertip again.

She repeated this cycle dozens of times, until the boy on the bed finally began showing signs of waking up. Only then did the girl stop.

Finally, she checked his pulse and, seeing that there was no immediate danger to his life, she finally calmed down.

Just at that moment, hurried footsteps approached. Unable to go outside in time, she could only hide behind the curtain.

As the curtains shifted slightly, Sylvester glanced in that direction, and the girl held her breath, afraid of being discovered. However, Sylvester only took a quick glance and shifted his gaze back to the bed. "Sylvester, do we really have to send Charlie to the hospital? It wouldn't be good if your condition leaked out. Maybe we should have someone come over instead?" Elvis said with concern.

In order to conceal the reigning Gomez sons' conditions, the family had dedicated medical personnel like Doctor Johnson and top-notch medical equipment. But Doctor Johnson had just...

Well, he was dead and useless. "The team we currently have in place doesn't know how to use the medical equipment without Doctor Johnson, so we will have to call someone else." Elvis declared. Sylvester glanced at the curtains, smirked, and nodded.

"Alright then."

long after, a weathered, aged man with a

hey! Be gentle, you brats. My brittle bones can't handle your roughness, "the old man grumbled, discontent with Michael 's

position in the World Medical Organization. He presided over the Providence Conservatory and was hailed as an honorary fellow. Most people invite him around with great respect, except

Tsk! So rude.

him and said, "Stop complaining. It's an honor for you to serve

straightened his back and spoke with a tinge of disdain, staring at Michael. "They call you Michael, but you're anything but

"Don't talk nonsense."

their boss, Michael treated

before I even get there,

did Michael soften his grip a bit. In the room, the old man Watson, the doctor, skillfully operated the equipment to conduct a

his brows furrowed tightly. Michael stood by, and the doctor's expression made him concerned that Charlie was

is a Mutant we can use. I believe Charlie needs

was icy, piercing through the sky, "Are you

his heart was being squeezed at that moment, as if it would explode in the next second. He quickly shook his head. He

Mutant from the Balthazar auction to

Watson, put away the checklist in his

contemptful, Watson scoffed, "Master Sylvester, are you trying to deceive an old man like me? Charlie

young wife. He did not expect to