Chapter 217 Tell me What Happened
"Zhane, Leo is the one who urgently needs medical attention," Hera reiterated urgently. She sensed Zhane’s reluctance to act, prompting her to provide further context. "He’s been drugged with a potent aphrodisiac," she explained, her concern evident. Despite Leo’s outward display of toughness, Hera knew he had already overexerted himself earlier in resisting the effects of the drug. It was imperative that Zhane and his team intervene promptly to provide the necessary medical care.
Zhane’s intense gaze shifted from Leo to Hera, who remained nestled in his arms. "I heard from Dave that it was you who was drugged," he stated, his eyes probing, almost as if he could discern Hera’s thoughts.
"A little, but he was the one who ingested a huge amount of it. Please, help him?" Hera explained urgently, her voice laced with concern as she appealed to Zhane for help. Aware of the tension between the male leads and Leo, Hera hesitated to directly ask Zhane for assistance, fearing he might disregard Leo’s situation. Instead, she resorted to displaying her vulnerability, adopting a softer demeanor and pleading with Zhane. "Please, Zhane?" she added, hoping her plea would resonate with him.
Without a word, Zhane glanced at the doctors and nurses standing beside him. They immediately sprang into action, rushing to Leo’s aid and carefully helping him onto a stretcher. With swift precision, they wheeled him into the hospital, heading towards the designated room. Meanwhile, Zhane cradled Hera in his arms, refusing to relinquish her even as Dave eagerly attempted to intervene. He remained steadfast, determined to personally escort Hera inside.
"Hey, Zhane, weren’t you exhausted from your surgery earlier today? Let me take Hera. You look like you might drop her," Dave suggested, stepping forward eagerly in an attempt to relieve Zhane of Hera.
Zhane deftly sidestepped Dave’s attempt, swiftly striding towards the hospital with Hera still nestled in his embrace. Behind them, Dave trailed along his expression a mix of frustration and envy as he stole glances at Hera’s face. While he longed to share the intimate moment of carrying Hera, Zhane’s pace was too quick for him to catch up. Despite his envy, Dave harbored no regrets about informing Zhane of the situation. He knew Zhane’s intervention would expedite the process and make it easier for everyone involved.
"Have you uncovered the culprit behind this?" Zhane’s inquiry hung in the air, its target ambiguous, yet his tone carried a stern edge tinged with anger. Having been friends with Zhane for years, Dave sensed the simmering fury beneath Zhane’s composed exterior. Aware of Zhane’s extensive network in both legitimate pharmaceutical circles and the underground black market, Dave felt compelled to provide him with a comprehensive account of the situation.
"We can discuss it while you examine Hera," Dave suggested, walking alongside Zhane. His gaze lingered on Hera’s face, which had turned as red as a tomato, feigning unconsciousness. Zhane’s actions had already attracted the attention of numerous onlookers as he carried Hera into the hospital. Desperate to avoid further embarrassment, Hera buried her face in Zhane’s chest, though her flushed neck and ears remained visible. Dave relished the opportunity to tease Hera further, but Zhane quickened his pace, denying Dave the chance to indulge in his mischief.