Chapter 223: Chapter 223: Blood-Stained Lab Coat
One revolution!
One full revolution!
Chloe Sinclair had actually managed to turn the valve one full revolution with her own strength.
Joel Quincy’s eyes lit up. "Let me help you."
[BEEP BEEP—]
[The God of Study System cordially reminds you that your mission is about to fail. Does the Host wish to continue?]
Beads of sweat covered Chloe Sinclair’s face. Her hands were trembling with exhaustion, but she still gritted her teeth and said, "Continue."
Zenthians always finish what they start!
A fierce look entered Chloe Sinclair’s eyes. Gripping the valve tightly, she held her breath and slowly turned it, revolution after revolution.
[BEEP BEEP—]
[Twenty seconds remaining until mission completion. Commencing countdown.]
[20, 19, 18...]
The God of Study System continuously sounded out the mission countdown.
By now, Chloe Sinclair was on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion.
But the valve was still a full two revolutions from being closed.
"Damn!"
Chloe Sinclair cursed under her breath as she watched the time tick away.
Her hands gripped the valve tightly. The intense friction had torn the skin on her palms, and faint traces of blood were visible in some spots.
[5, 4, 3...]
The system’s alarm grew more urgent. Chloe Sinclair’s eyes turned cold as she wrenched the valve to the right.
CLANK, CLANK, CLANK...
With a desperate burst of strength, Chloe Sinclair forced the valve through two more full turns.
CLICK!
The valve was closed.
[Congratulations, Host. You have completed the Level 3 mission and successfully obtained 8,888 reputation value.]
The system’s mechanical voice soon followed, along with Eight’s cheers.
Hearing this, Chloe Sinclair let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed next to the reactor.
It had been a reckless act of bravery, and now, in the aftermath, waves of cold sweat washed over her back.
Even though it had been cold and rainy for the past two days, her back was soaked with sweat.
"Hiss—"
Chloe Sinclair tried to push herself up, but a sharp pain shot through her hands the moment they touched the ground.
Hearing her cry out, Joel Quincy and Nathan Trenton immediately grew tense.
"What’s wrong? Are you okay?"
Looking at her trembling hands, Chloe Sinclair joked, "Looks like for the next two weeks, I’ll only be able to direct things from the sidelines."
Her work was delicate. With her hands in this state, there was no way she could enter the lab.
Hearing her joke, the two men breathed a collective sigh of relief.
"Call the authorities now and get the professionals over here to handle this. As for you two, when the ambulance arrives, you’re both getting a thorough check-up."
Chloe Sinclair froze for a second before it registered.
She quickly added, "You have to go too, Professor."
After saying that, Chloe Sinclair began to worry about her own condition.
’Eight, am I going to be okay?’
She had been so close to the reactor and had inhaled the white gas. Unsure if there were any radioactive materials in it, she couldn’t help but worry.
[You’re fine, don’t worry. But there will be some aftereffects.]
Before they reached the hospital, Chloe Sinclair didn’t understand what Eight meant by "aftereffects."
However, the moment she arrived at the hospital, her nose began to bleed uncontrollably. Before long, her white lab coat was stained.
’This is what you meant by aftereffects?’
Chloe Sinclair didn’t have a handkerchief or tissue, so she could only use her sleeve to wipe the blood from her nose.
After just a few wipes, half her sleeve was soaked red, and she could smell the distinct metallic scent of blood.
[Yes. You were closest to the reactor and inhaled the most gas. Although the system filtered it, your body is still experiencing some adverse reactions. But rest assured, your life is not in danger.]
