Seize His Little Wife

“Ives Norton, quick, show Christine.” Baird Lane growled low with an urgent expression.

It took Ives Norton a moment to see the person he was holding in his arms, “What’s wrong?”

Ives Norton walks over.

Baird Lane’s voice was suppressed as he said, “I suspect Christine has the virus!”

“What?” Ives Norton uttered in horror.

Baird Lane crossed to him and put Christine White on his desk, “You hurry.”

Ives Norton snapped back, “I’m on my way.”

He walked over and began to give Christine White a routine checkup.

After doing so, he shook his head, “No, the routine examination, can only show that she is in a normal fever state, and can’t tell if she is infected with the virus or not, so a more careful examination must be conducted now!”

“Then do it!” Baird Lane yelled with glowing red eyes.

Ives Norton understood his feelings and didn’t bother with him, carrying Christine White and heading for the examination room.

And I don’t know how long it was.

Ives Norton came out of the check is with a heavy face.

Baird Lane, who was sitting outside on the porch, saw him and immediately stood up, “Well?”

Ives Norton didn’t say anything.

This look on his face says it all.

Baird Lane clenched his fists, “I guessed right didn’t I? She’s really infected with the virus?”

“Yes.” Ives Norton nodded.

Baird Lane blacked out a little before his eyes, “How did she get infected?”

As far as he could remember, Christine White had never come into contact with anyone infected with the virus.

To make contact, it should be him.

He’s the one who joined the mission to capture that organization.

“It’s not clear, but this virus is all airborne, and it’s clear that Christine has either met someone infected with the virus or has been in a place where someone with the virus has been, but we’ll have to ask her to find out exactly what kind.” Ives Norton said.

Baird Lane grimaced, “She’s in the early stages now right?”

“Yes.” Ives Norton responded.

Baird Lane stared at him intently, “Can it be cured initially?”

“No. If the initial stage could be cured, those infected with the virus would have already been cured by me, instead of slowly going from the initial stage to the advanced stage.” Ives Norton said in a deep voice.

Baird Lane’s heart clogged, “You mean she’s going to go from early stage, to late stage?”

“That’s right, this virus spreads quickly, it doesn’t take more than a few days, it’s terminal, and it usually kills people in half a month.” Ives Norton bowed his head.

Baird Lane snapped and grabbed him by the collar, “What do you mean, you’re telling me Christine will be dead in half a month?”

“I’m just saying that, but not as long as the serum is researched.” Ives Norton replied with a frown.

Baird Lane’s eyes turned even more crimson, “So, have you worked out your serum yet?”

“Not yet.”

“Then what’s the use of talking about it?” Baird Lane said emotionally.

Ives Norton ripped his collar out, “I know how you feel, and I can understand that, but what’s the point of getting so worked up right now, the serum I’ve never stopped working on, and Christine, I’ll do what I can to cure that, but rather the priority right now is to quarantine anyone Christine has come in contact with. ”

“Contacted?” Baird Lane suddenly calmed down.

Ives Norton looked at him, “That’s right, Christine is infected with a virus that has a certain incubation period, so no one knows Christine is infected with the virus until she develops symptoms, and she doesn’t know it herself, so the few people that she has come into contact with, especially those of you in The Lane Family, must be be quarantined and examined immediately.”

Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, “I know, I’ll arrange it right away.”

With that, he directly took out his cell phone and called Uncle Fu over, asking Uncle Fu to bring everyone in The Lane Family to the hospital, do a checkup, and go back to quarantine if the checkup was okay.

After half a month of quarantine and no symptoms, it means it’s fine.

When Fubar heard that Christine White had contracted the virus, he arranged for it to go straight down without saying a word.

Soon the group is all at the hospital and Ives Norton goes from person to person.

Fortunately, no viral factor was detected from them.

But it’s still a quarantine. Even the old mansion, it’s fully sanitized.

“No viral factor, which basically means they’re not infected, but be careful and make a note not to let them see each other for the next half month.” Ives Norton admonished.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Baird Lane nodded slightly, : I know, I’m most relieved now that Bo is not infected.”

“Yeah, if Bo gets infected, then Christine won’t forgive herself for sure.” Ives Norton chimed in.

Baird Lane looked over at him, “When is Christine going to wake up?”

“What, you want to go see her? I tell you, no!” Ives Norton immediately guessed what he was trying to do and warned seriously.

Baird Lane lowered his eyelids, “She’s my wife, I can’t leave her alone in the ward.”

Six years ago, he hadn’t been there for her when she was covered in bruises.

Now he had to be there for her.

“Baird, I know what you’re thinking, but it really won’t work this time, you go in there, you might get infected too!” Ives Norton advised heartily.

Baird Lane looked at him, “The hospital has protective suits, right?”

“Yes, but the suits also only have a temporary effect, they don’t necessarily protect against the virus, you know what I mean?” Ives Norton’s expression was solemn.

“I get it, but I’m still going.” Baird Lane was adamant.

Ives Norton was furious, “Baird Lane, do you want to die?”

Baird Lane didn’t speak, his eyes were so insistent.

Ives Norton was at his wits end, “Fine, you want to see her right, I’ll let you, but I’m telling you, if you want to see her, you can’t touch her, you can only look at her from a distance, understand?”

“I know.” Baird Lane’s eyes twinkled as he returned.

Ives Norton didn’t see the difference and glared at him in exasperation, “Come with me, I’ll get your protective suit.”

Baird Lane hmmm’d and followed Ives Norton toward the office.

Once he got the suit, Baird Lane put it right on, put on his mask and gloves, and headed for the critical isolation ward.

By this time Christine White had woken up, she looked at the white walls, already the smell of disinfectant in the air, and the clothes she was wearing, and knew where she was now.

Hospitals!

She sighed a little helplessly, not understanding why she’d had trouble with hospitals in her life, coming to them for three days at a time.

She doesn’t just have a fever.

As he was thinking, the door to the hospital room opened.

A man in a tight protective suit and mask walked in.

Christine White looked at him quizzically, “And you are?”

The corner of Baird Lane’s mouth twitched, “It’s me.”

Hearing his voice, Christine White froze, “Why are you dressed like that?”

Baird Lane’s eyes sank slightly as he didn’t answer and walked straight towards her, stopping at the bedside, “Better?”

“Still have some dizziness and a tight feeling in my chest, what’s wrong with me?” Christine White asked putting her hand to her chest.

Baird Lane touched her head, “You’re okay.”

“Is it really alright?” Christine White was a bit unconvinced, then surveyed her ward, “So many instruments, obviously not a normal ward, and isolation facilities, this is an isolation ward right?”

Baird Lane didn’t expect her to guess at once, and could only admit, “That’s right.”

“Why am I in the isolation ward? I just have a fever, I don’t need to be in here, do I?” Christine White suddenly felt a little uneasy in her heart.

Baird Lane didn’t say anything, just looked at her.

Christine White read pity in his eyes, sadness, and in looking at the protective suit he wore, she suddenly realized something.

She’d seen him dressed like this before; it was what Ives Norton wore when he came into contact with those infected with the virus.

That is to say …

“I’m infected with the virus right?” Christine White asked with trembling lips.