The assistant doctor handed him a report, excitedly saying, "The fact proves that the medicine you developed can repair the skin. Just now, when we took out the mouse we experimented on seven days ago, we found that its previous wound had already healed and scabbed."

Upon hearing this, Hawke quickly took the report, his eyes gradually filled with joy.

Immediately, holding the report, he quickly left the ward and went to the laboratory. When he saw the white mouse in the cage return to its original state, he clapped excitedly.

"Xavier is saved!"

He tirelessly researched the special medicine and finally had results.

As long as the special medicine is successful, it will be possible to repair Xavier's appearance without surgery, not only reducing Xavier's pain but also shortening the recovery period.

Since Bradley was injured, he had been researching the special medicine, but he was stuck in a bottleneck period with no progress.

He thought he would never develop such a medicine in his lifetime, but unexpectedly, he succeeded by chance!

Hawke was too excited, so he immediately pulled out his phone and dialed a series of numbers.

Bradley had just returned to the room holding Freya when he received a call from Hawke.

He laid Freya on the bed before answering the phone, "What's up?"

Hawke's excited voice came through the receiver, "Young Master, I have developed a special medicine. Xavier's injuries can be saved."

After nearly a decade of effort, Hawke had forgotten that the other party was his superior, feeling only pride in his heart.

Hearing this, Bradley was equally excited, "In that case, use it on him as soon as possible, and help him recover his former self."

Because of Xavier's injury, many things had to be personally handled by him, and now Freya had beenvpoinsoned. He needed Xavier's return more than ever.

"Although this special medicine can quickly repair the skin, there are incalculable side effects. I still need to conduct further clinical trials before it can truly be used on Xavier."

"I will know the results in a week."

On the other end, Hawke fell silent.

one week?

Is this the rhythm to let him die peacefully?

"Young Master... Can you give me some more time?" Hawke regretted making this call, isn't this asking for trouble?

Bradley said coldly, "Relax, she's been poinsoned by a star-shaped hidden weapon. If you can detoxify her, that's great, if you can't, then find a way to cure Xavier for me..."

With that, Bradley hung up the phone.

At this moment, Freya lay on the bed, feeling drowsy. She vaguely heard Bradley making a phone call, but her eyelids were heavy, her head was dizzy, and she couldn't muster any strength in her body.

Slowly, she felt as if her whole body was burning up, as if she was about to explode from the heat.

"Bradley, hot... so hot..."

Freya kicked the blanket away, her once pale face now covered in sweat.

She weakly tried to tear off her clothes, murmuring in a faint voice.

Bradley looked at her like this, raising his hand to touch her face, but he felt a burning heat.

Damn it, she has a fever again!

Now Bradley dared not to take it lightly. One once mentioned that the poison from the star-shaped hidden weapon had unpredictable consequences, fearing that the to Freya was acting up.

He quickly found a doctor from Raven Pavilion. Even if he couldn't help her detoxify, he could help her reduce the fever.

But when the doctor hurried over, he found it difficult to diagnose Freya's condition.

"Master of the Southern Nation, the illness of the Mistress of the Southern Nation is too strange, and the fever situation is unclear. I'm afraid I can't do anything!"

Bradley's face darkened terrifyingly at the doctor's words, intimidating the doctor, who immediately knelt down.

When the doctor thought the other side would get angry and punish her, Bradley said lightly, "Leave."

After the doctor left, Bradley hurried to the bathroom to fetch hot water to wipe her body to lower her temperature.

Before, Freya hadn't given birth yet. Several times, due to excessive fatigue, she had a high fever, and he used this method to reduce the fever.

Therefore, in Bradley's heart, this time could be the same.

However, no matter how many times he wiped it, there was no sign of the fever going down on her body, Bradley was truly worried.

The doctors here were powerless to help Freya, and Hawke was at headquarters. What should he do now?

That profound sense of remorse resurfaced, and Bradley threw a heavy punch at the opposite wall.

As blood and flesh exploded, he didn't feel any pain at all.

"Bradley, it's so hot..."

Freya was still murmuring, her face growing even redder, and even her freshly wiped body was covered in sweat again.

With no other options, Bradley decided to rush back to the capital.

Just as he was about to pick up Freya, suddenly, a slender hand grabbed his wrist.

"The toFreya has invaded my organs and I can't be cured by ordinary doctors. Bring me the silver needle, I will acupuncture myself.

Freya is more aware of her condition than anyone else, especially the recent frequent aftereffects that made her realize how powerful this toxicity is.

She is afraid... this time she may have encountered a real challenge.

If she can't get the antidote, she will inevitably face a life-or-death decision!

Bradley didn't dare to delay and quickly brought her the silver needle.

Freya tremblingly held the silver needle in her hands and, relying on her familiarity with the acupoints, forcefully inserted it.

"Hiss~"

The intense pain struck her like crazy, to the point where she couldn't help but gasp for air.

Bradley stood by the side, unable to help, filled with self-blame and helplessness.

Hearing her painful and restrained whispers, he couldn't bear the extent of his heartache, so he forcefully punched himself in the chest, again and again, trying to feel her pain."

Freya is burning and feeling dazed at the moment, with her eyes slightly closed and a buzzing sound in her ears, making it impossible to hear what Bradley is doing.

After a moment of hesitation, she weakly murmurs, "Do it again."

Bradley inserts another needle, and Freya mercilessly pushes it in.

The pain this time is unbearable, and she cries out in agony.

She targets the most sensitive and painful acupuncture points to stimulate her consciousness.

As the intense pain overwhelms her, she breaks out in a cold sweat, her slightly intoxicated face turning pale.

Fortunately, her consciousness slowly returns, and she quickly opens her eyes.

She sees Bradley's fist covered in wounds, blood flowing freely.

"Bradley, don't do this!"

Tears trickle down her cheeks, as she knows exactly where his injuries came from. Perhaps it is the guilt in his heart that drove him to hurt himself in order to empathize with her.

Bradley saw that she had regained consciousness. He gently stroked her forehead with the uninjured hand, feeling relieved to see that the high fever had subsided. "How are you feeling now?" he asked, his voice full of anxiety, choked with emotion, tears sliding down his cheeks.