"Hey, how is it going to hold up without a firm grip, it might slip out at any moment."
"Then don't move around!"
"Is my posture okay?"
"Mm, don't move! Is it fine now?"
"Just barely!"
Basil Jaak glanced at the gloves on his hand. Though they were thin and tight but flexible enough to allow movement.
"Hurry up then. We need to take the Beauty Grass and go back," Yetta Astir urged.
Gently, Basil Jaak pulled the Beauty Grass out of the ground. Holding its root with one hand, he used his nail to cut the root system off. He placed it on a prepared piece of paper, wrapped it up, held it in his hand, then turned and left the villa with Yetta Astir.
...
By the time Basil Jaak returned to the hospital with the antidote, two special forces officers were standing outside the door to the Intensive Care Unit. Dean Ivan, Deputy Dean Edgar and other hospital leaders were reporting the patient's situation to Albert Coll, the Bureau Chief of Public Security, and Liu Xiang.
