She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 659: The Wild Man is so Mighty

Deep down, he still somewhat hoped it was Cheyenne.

She grew up consuming various precious herbs from childhood, and her blood must possess extraordinary self-healing abilities different from ordinary people's. If he could obtain antibodies from her body for vaccine research, the chances of success would be much greater.

Unfortunately, Sam forbade him from taking action. He could only settle for the next best thing.

Gracie, deep in thought, glanced at Master Sam. After so many years, this was the first time she had seen him deeply attached to a woman.

Could it be...

Furrowing her brow deeply, she thought, 'Sam can fancy anyone, just not Cheyenne!'

Cheyenne was awakened by a gust of cold wind.

She felt a throbbing pain at the back of her head, as if she had been struck, and struggled to open her heavy, bleary eyes with all her might.

The piercing white light made her extremely uncomfortable as she just woke up from the darkness, and she quickly shut her eyes again.

She saw numerous twinkling stars in front of her.

After about half a minute, the sensation of seeing stars finally dissipated.

Cheyenne carefully surveyed the environment around her, and all she could see was various metallic instruments.

Not far away, there was a large rectangular bed with a person lying on it.

His entire face was covered by a white bedsheet, so she couldn't see anything.

However, his hand hanging off the bed was wrapped in thick white bandages, soaked in pus-soaked yellowish discharge mixed with the foul smell of blood.

Numerous transparent tubes connected the instruments to his body, a harrowing sight to behold.

Unexplainably, looking at this hand, Cheyenne felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. This hand had brought her immense shock.

Almost as if guided by an invisible force, she pushed herself to walk over to the man's bed, enduring the discomfort in her body.

As she drew closer, that familiar feeling grew stronger.

She wanted to see him!

Slowly and cautiously, Cheyenne reached out her slender, fair hand and lifted the thin white sheet.

A strong medicinal smell assaulted her senses.

She focused her gaze.

To her disappointment, the person was completely wrapped in thick white bandages from head to toe, except for the eyes and mouth, making it impossible to see his features. Her eyes quickly glanced at the various data displayed on the instrument. His pale face was crinkled up.

He was severely injured, almost like a living dead, and simply breathing was a miracle.

She was never one to overflow with sympathy, but seeing this "mummy," she unexpectedly felt heavy-hearted and unusually uncomfortable.

"I'm definitely not a saint. I'm just a healer who can't bear to see this anymore."

As she finished speaking, Cheyenne averted her eyes and looked around.

A complete set of silver surgical tools was placed on the operating table, and she slowly walked over.

She picked up a silver surgical knife from the tray, unraveled the bandages on his hand, pierced his finger, and squeezed out the black pus.

At that moment, a sudden "beep beep beep..." alarm sounded from outside.

Clamorous footsteps and noisy voices followed.

"Hurry, someone has broken in!"

"Alarm, level one alarm, lock down the entire area."

"There're noises here."

In the midst of panic, Cheyenne was so frightened that even the surgical knife slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.

Clang!

A crisp sound echoed through the air. Her mind went blank momentarily, and she couldn't finish changing the bandage for this person. She had to pause midway.

Just as she was about to get up, theContent property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

locked laboratory door suddenly swung open from the outside. A rush of cold wind swept in, making the curtains inside and her hospital gown rustle.

In her line of sight appeared a familiar figure, tall and unkempt.

Hmm!

Cheyenne's pupils contracted, her body tensing up to the point of numbness. She was so nervous that she didn't even notice when the "living dead" grabbed her hand.

Wait, isn't that the wild man? How did he end up here? Could it be that he was captured like herself?

Before Cheyenne could ask about his intentions, the man's hoarse and deep voice filled the room, urging her, "Hurry, I'm here to rescue you!"

With that, he took a few big steps forward, as if he intended to grab her.

Disgusted by his dirt-blackened hands, and distrustful of strangers, Cheyenne evaded his hands.

"I don't believe you!" she retorted.

"Staying here will only make you their experimental subject. Come with me, I won't harm you," he replied.

His eyes were as dark as ink, exceptionally bright, without a trace of impurity, capable of drawing a person's entire soul into them.

There's a saying: "The eyes are the windows to the soul!"

His eyes were so clean that Cheyenne believed he wasn't a bad person.

So, she took a hesitant step forward, threatening the wild man with a mocking tone, "If you dare to deceive me, be careful of the knife in my hand."

To him, her "threat" seemed utterly feeble and even somewhat cute.

Outside the door, urgent footsteps continued to approach. Cheyenne no longer hesitated and followed behind the man, asking softly, "Where are we heading now?" "Follow me."

As he led Cheyenne just a step outside, she suddenly stopped and turned back towards the laboratory in a hurry.

The wild man was taken aback and asked, "Why are you going back?"

She quickly pulled out a small bottle from her pocket, open and hurriedly poured out several pills. There wasn't enough time to count them, she stuffed them into the man's mouth.

After all, this was a nourishing medicine that nurtured the organs. She usually ate it like candy, so swallowing a handful would probably be fine. Slightly regretful, she withdrew her gaze and put the bottle back into her pocket.

"Let's go."

The wild man hadn't expected her to go back to help someone. It was difficult to save herself, so why bother caring about others?

"Okay."

He led Cheyenne out of the laboratory, avoiding unmanned checkpoints along the way, and made their way to the underground power management facility.

He swiftly eliminated a man in a black robe and snatched the keys from his possession.

"Let's go this way."

This underground power plant was

filled with various circuits and integrated devices, tightly packed together. It seemed to be the core that allowed this base to survive in the deep mountains and forests.

However, soon, it would be destroyed.

The wild man, without any tools, grabbed a nearby iron pipe and started hammering at the large electrical equipment. The clanging sounds filled the air.