Mission To Remarry novel (Roxanne and Lucian) novel Chapter 1721

Chapter 1721 Let Me Write It

Roxanne's speculation stunned Madilyn. “It's not an antidote? Then what do we do now?”

We've put in so much effort, yet the antidote's still unknown. Roxanne's already so weak. There's no way she can hold on until we discover the antidote.

Madilyn was at a loss for what to do. All she wished was to slip through the screen and stay by Roxanne's side.

Lucian was equally shocked, and his hatred for Jack rose to new heights.

That jerk. He really has a death wish.

“Let me think...”

Roxanne clenched her other hand so tightly that her nails sunk into her flesh, hoping to suppress the pain in her body.

I've got to calm down. We know the components of the poison already. I'm sure I can think of a formula to suppress the poison.

Just as she was racking her brains for a formula, her head began to hurt, and it grew increasingly painful.

“There's no time for that. The poison's properties will soon overcome the antidote.” Peregrine's voice rang out on the other end of the call.

Anxiousness flooded Peregrine's heart as he cast Roxanne a solemn gaze.

Although they had only met once, he could not deny he was impressed with Roxanne's perseverance and medical skills.

It would be a huge loss to the medical industry if they lost someone as talented as her.

That was why Peregrine was eager to find a way to cure her.

Roxanne subconsciously gripped Lucian's wrist so tightly that her nails dug into his flesh.

Lucian knitted his brows. “Let me write it. I doubt you can even hold a pen in your current state.”

Roxanne shook her head. “People who don't have experience with traditional medicine can easily misspell the name. Besides, traditional medicines have many homophones. Even doctors can mishear it. Let me write it.”

Time was of the essence, so Lucian dared not argue. He had no choice but to quickly fetch the materials and placed them in front of her.

Roxanne fell into a deep silence for some time before writing on the piece of paper.

She was so weak she had to muster all her strength to hold the pen.

No matter how focused she was, the writing still came out crooked.

Lucian and the four people on the other end of the call could not help but feel worried when they saw that.