Chapter 215 Blaise Cuts Off His Finger to Save Cecily
Evander frowned at the sudden abandonment of Darian.
Meanwhile, in a secluded courtyard, top-notch medical equipment was fighting to keep a lifeless woman alive.
Beside her stood an elderly man, and Blaise's worry erupted as he watched Cecily's face become paler.
He furrowed his brow, his gaze anxiously fixed on the old man before him.
"Aren't you the renowned healer? How is it that you can't save her?"
The old man glanced at him and shook his head. "It's not that I can't save her. It's that her injuries were too severe and not treated in time. Additionally, she was poisoned, and I can only sustain her with medication."
Blaise had heard these words countless times over the past two days.
"If she's poisoned, then detoxify her! Or is it that you can't do it at all?"
"I can, but the poison is very hard to deal with, and I am missing a few precious ingredients that are hard to come by."
Blaise slapped a piece of paper in front of the old man without hesitation. "Write them down."
The old man glanced at him. "Even if I write them down, you probably won't be able to get them. Those ingredients are as rare as treasures."
Blaise's lips curled in a cold smile. "As long as you can write them, I can get them no matter what."
He was willing to pay any price to save Cecily.
After a moment of hesitation, the old man nodded and wrote down the three rare ingredients, handing them to Blaise.
"These three ingredients are all extremely rare, complementing each other. You only have a few hours left. Not even a deity can save her if nightfall does not cure her poison."
Blaise glanced at the ingredients, then at Cecily on the sickbed, and immediately turned to leave.
"Boss," Cassian called after him, "I seem to have some impression of these ingredients."
Blaise's expression darkened. "Where are they?"
"These three ingredients appeared at an auction last year. Because they are so precious and one of them is hard to find, they were sold for a sky-high price. If I'm not mistaken..."
Cassian's voice trailed off, his face becoming more serious. "Quentin Lewis bought them."
The surroundings fell silent for a moment, and Blaise's expression grew even more grim.
"If we can really find them, then this girl will be saved."
Blaise's eyes flickered, and without much hesitation, he said, "Take care of her."
After speaking, Blaise walked out quickly, with Cassian following closely behind.
Blaise had a major conflict with Quentin before, and Quentin was a cunning and sinister man. It would be no easy task to get the three ingredients from him.
Blaise rushed over against the clock.
Meanwhile, Darian was on a private plane heading to Dorde.
"How much longer?"
"Mr. Fitzgerald, it will still take several hours, even at the fastest speed."
They were already rushing to Dorde at the fastest speed, but with such a long distance, it would still take several hours, even at the fastest speed.
Darian clenched his fists, never before wishing that Cecily was with Blaise at this moment.
...
The Lewis family.
Across from Blaise sat a man with a cold smirk, casually toying with his thumb in a leather case, his eyes filled with malice.
"How much do you have the guts to put up?"
Blaise's dark eyes, like icy pools, exuded a chilling aura. "How much do you want?"
Quentin shifted his hand on his temple, leisurely speaking, "Those ingredients are rare and precious. You suddenly seek them; are you trying to save someone?"
"It's none of your concern."
The man nodded, "Indeed, it's not. I'm not a greedy person. It's rare for you to ask for help, so naturally, I can't refuse... Whether I take this deal or not depends on your offer."
He lazily raised two fingers.
Blaise's eyes narrowed. Cassian, behind him, looked at Quentin, "Twenty million?"
Quentin shook his head. "Two thousand million?" Cassian's eyes widened.
With a knowing smile, Quentin shook his head, "No."
Cassian clenched his fist, "Two billion?"
Quentin finally nodded.
"Are you out of your mind?" Enraged by the exorbitant demand, Cassian almost couldn't resist throwing a punch. Quentin knew that the medicine Blaise sought must be of great importance, hence his audacious price.
"The person Mr. Blaise is trying so hard to save must be important. Two billion for a life. It all depends on how much that person is worth in your eyes, Blaise."
Quentin's face was filled with an evil smile, his gaze challenging.
It was indeed a curious turn of events for the renowned Mr. Blaise to seek his help. He was curious about the person worth two billion to Blaise.
Blaise's dark eyes calmly swept over, "Agreed."
He almost had no hesitation in his response.
Quentin's smile faltered, "Are you serious?"
Two billion was clearly a hefty sum.
Blaise actually agreed?
He actually agreed!
He actually agreed without hesitation!
Quentin almost doubted his own ears.
"Are you sure? It's not two hundred million. It's two billion!"
Blaise had already instructed Cassian, "Prepare the money."
Cassian stood there, two billion, not a small amount, and Blaise was not a businessman. All the money he had accumulated over the years was earned bit by bit, and this might be all he had. It was all his savings.
Cassian was a little anxious and couldn't help but step forward, "Boss..."
Blaise's dark eyes were as deep as ink.
He knew Cecily couldn't wait. Not even for a moment. His expression showed no sign of wavering. "Go and prepare the money."
Cassian couldn't disobey Blaise's command. He could only comply.
Quentin stared at Blaise for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled, "Interesting. Very interesting. I must meet the person you're willing to spend two billion to save."
Blaise smirked, "You won't have that chance."
Quentin raised an eyebrow, "Sooner or later, I will."
Quentin sent someone to his treasure trove to retrieve the rare ingredients.
Blaise was about to accept them when Quentin suddenly pressed his hand down, and their eyes met in the air.
Blaise frowned.
Quentin smiled and said, "Don't be in such a hurry."
Quentin stood up straight, raising his right hand. "Remember this severed finger? You chopped it off yourself."
"What then?" Blaise's voice was devoid of any emotion except a dark, brooding quality.
"Perhaps it's time for payback today."
Blaise rarely found himself in a position of need, and now was his chance to settle an old score.
Quentin's gaze challenged Blaise, who clenched his jaw, his slender brows furrowing.
"What's the matter? Are you afraid? If so, I won't sell you the medicine today..."
Thud!
A sharp dagger plunged straight into the solid wood table.
Quentin flinched, his body recoiling slightly, his eyes filled with fear as he stared at Blaise.
Blaise's lips curled into a mocking smile as he placed his hand on the table.
In the next instant, with a swift motion, he severed half of his little finger.
Blood sprayed onto the table, a stark contrast against the surface.
Blaise's dark eyes locked onto Quentin's, not even blinking.
Fear finally appeared on Quentin's face.
Blaise was indeed a complete madman.
Blaise's forehead was covered in a dense layer of cold sweat, his voice hoarse. "Can I go now?"
Quentin, looking at the crazed Blaise, didn't dare to push his luck any further. He glanced at the severed finger on the table and nodded in a daze.
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