Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 179: Josephine, You Must Be Safe

"Poisoned?" Julian Grant’s pupils contracted suddenly.

He gently caressed Josephine Thompson’s cheek with his fingertips.

Her skin was an abnormal pale blue, and her lips had a faint purple tint.

Looking at Carter, it was the same symptoms.

"What’s going on here? Where did the poison come from?"

The team doctor was pressing on Josephine Thompson’s philtrum, "Hard to say, but the symptoms resemble alkaloid poisoning, possibly from contact with toxic soil or objects."

"Yesterday, only she and Carter went down the underground tunnel. There must be a source of poison in the tunnel, leading to the poisoning of both of them."

Shane Lynch looked pale, trying to stay calm as he said, "Quick, get the antidote! Doesn’t the team have emergency supplies?"

"I’ve already gone to get it!"

Captain Zimmerman was anxiously stomping his feet, sweeping his gaze across those around him, "Everyone check yourselves for dizziness or nausea!"

"Also, inform Professor Warren, and under no circumstances allow anyone to go down the tunnel rashly."

The crowd moved uneasily, checking each other.

Julian Grant was burning with anxiety, wishing he could immediately take her back to a hospital in Caldwen for treatment.

"Is the antidote here?"

"Here, it’s here."

Julian Grant looked worriedly at the antidote, "Will this work? Will there be any side effects?"

"... It shouldn’t."

The team doctor picked up the antidote and gave Josephine Thompson and Carter each an injection. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Julian Grant stayed by her side, anxiously calling her name over and over, "Josephine, Josephine..."

"Why isn’t she waking up? It’s been five minutes already."

"Be patient, she might need more time."

Upon hearing this, Julian Grant exploded, "Wait for what? Hurry up and get a vehicle ready. Move aside, I need to get Josephine to the city’s major hospital right now."

Captain Zimmerman: "Grant, don’t be so hasty. We’re too far from the city, and a vehicle can’t get in here. Even if we head down the mountain now, it’ll take at least three hours..."

Julian Grant wouldn’t listen, immediately pulling out his satellite phone and quickly dialing a number.

"Beep beep beep!"

The call was quickly connected.

"President Grant, what’s the matter? Please instruct."

Julian Grant’s tone was urgent, "Send a helicopter to Mount Aethel in Aethelburg right away, as fast as possible."

"President Grant, please send the exact location."

Julian Grant was restless, with no patience, "Can’t you damn well locate my position right now?"

"Listen, I don’t care what method you use, get here within half an hour."

"Oh, okay, I’ll arrange it immediately."

He hung up the phone.

Everyone around stared at Julian Grant, stunned.

Who exactly was he?

How could a mere assistant have such a strong presence and ability?

Julian Grant couldn’t bother with the curious and probing eyes of others, anxiously guarding Josephine Thompson with a flustered heart.

"Josephine, wake up, you can’t have anything happen, you mustn’t..."

...

Half an hour later.

The distant sky echoed with the roar of rotors.

"Whirr whirr—"

Everyone instinctively looked up.

Three silver-gray helicopters broke through the morning mist, hovering over the mountain hollow, the massive airflow causing nearby branches to sway wildly.

Julian Grant suddenly stood up, waving to the helicopters, the anxiety in his eyes finally eased a bit.

There was no suitable helipad on the mountain.

The helicopters could only hover in the air.

The cabin doors opened.

A soft ladder was lowered.

Medical personnel descended the ladder to the ground.

As soon as the medical team landed, they rushed over with two silver emergency kits.

The head doctor was wearing a white coat, with a badge from Aethelburg Private Hospital on his chest.

Caldwen was too far from Aethelburg.

Therefore, his special assistant had to arrange for an Aethelburg rescue helicopter team and Aethelburg’s best doctors.

The doctor knelt down and examined Josephine Thompson’s eyelids and checked her carotid artery, his movements swift and decisive, "Test for the toxin source, prepare anti-toxin serum."

The two nurses immediately opened the kits.

They took out a portable detector, pricking a drop of blood from Josephine Thompson’s fingertip onto the test strip.

Julian Grant crouched beside, his knees trembling, yet he stared intently at the screen of the detector, "She went into the underground tunnel yesterday, the team doctor says it’s alkaloid poisoning, you have to save her."

The doctor didn’t turn back, just gave a nurse a look, "Administer a broad-spectrum antidote first, switch to a targeted one once the results are out."

"Got it."

As the syringe pricked her skin.

Josephine Thompson’s brow furrowed slightly, showing signs of waking up.

Julian Grant’s heart tightened with hers, reaching out to touch her face. But fearing he would disturb the medical team, his hand hovered mid-air, clenched into a fist.

The onlooking staff were all amazed.

The mention of "President Grant" on the phone earlier still rang in their ears.

It seemed, this assistant was no ordinary person after all.

Three helicopters bringing a top-tier medical team to rescue one person, this scale was not something an "assistant" could arrange.

"The toxin source has been identified."

The nurse suddenly spoke, "It’s aconitine, moderate dosage, but rapidly absorbed."

The chief doctor immediately instructed, "Use serum number 2, intravenous injection."

As he watched the nurse operate, he assured Julian Grant, "President Grant, rest assured, although aconitine is potent, we have brought plenty of serum. As long as there is no damage to the heart muscle, there should be no major problem."

Julian Grant finally breathed a sigh of relief, the back of his shirt drenched in cold sweat.

He looked down at Josephine Thompson, her lips seemed less purple, her breathing steadier.

Professor Warren, informed of the situation, hurried back from the tunnel entrance.

Seeing the helicopters hovering above and the emergency scene on the ground, he hesitated, disoriented, before realizing: "Grant, is this you..."

"Save Josephine first," Julian Grant interrupted him, his voice a bit hoarse, "we’ll talk when she wakes up."

Just as he finished speaking.

Josephine Thompson suddenly made a faint sound, her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She looked around in confusion, finally settling her gaze on Julian Grant’s face, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s hum, "... My head is dizzy."

"Josephine, you’re finally awake!"

Julian Grant’s eyes reddened instantly, reaching out to hold her hand, "Don’t be afraid, the doctors are here, we’ll get you to the hospital soon."

The doctor, after checking her pupils, stood up and said, "She can be moved now, it’s best to get to the hospital for a detailed examination as soon as possible."

Julian Grant nodded immediately, carefully attempting to lift her, but was stopped by the chief doctor: "Use the stretcher, avoid any bumps."

Two nurses quickly unfolded a collapsible stretcher.

Julian Grant gently transferred Josephine Thompson onto it.

The soft ladder swayed in mid-air, the wind making the ropes sway.

"I need to get Josephine to the hospital for treatment immediately."

"Yes, yes, Thompson’s life and safety are paramount."

Quickly.

Josephine Thompson was placed on a stretcher and transferred onto the helicopter.

Carter also benefited from this incident, receiving timely treatment alongside Josephine Thompson.

However.

Julian Grant, not trusting mainland hospitals, directly took Josephine Thompson to Caldwen.

Carter, meanwhile, was sent to the best hospital in Aethelburg for treatment.