Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 557

Nolan lifted his head. “This is Strix’s vaccine. Even if it doesn’t work, at least it won’t kill me.”

Quincy was bewildered as if he was guessing which” Strix” Nolan was referring to.

“You should’ve prepared for the press conference that’s going to take place in two days, shouldn’t you?” Nolan asked.

Quincy returned to his senses. “Yes.”

Nolan smiled as he folded the newspaper and then looked out of the window coldly. “That should be very interesting.”

At the press conference two days later…

The reporters and media outlets that were present were looking forward to this moment.

After all, if the vaccine had cured Nolan, it would be a miracle in the history of the medical world.

The sleeper virus had swept across Stoslo in the past, causing many deaths. After the fall of the Kents, the news about the fake vaccines had made the public even more exasperated.

almost dragged the entire Stoslo into hell, and the vaccine that Strix had developed back then, which could

being pushed by Quincy, and both of them appeared

him was Sue, an apprentice of “Strix”

to start the interview. “Mr. Goldmann, it’s reported that you’ve been infected with the sleeper virus, and you’re the only person in the world who’s infected with this mutated strain of the virus.

Goldmann, is the vaccine effective? Can it really cure the sleeper virus?” Nolan’s facial features gradually became clear under the bright flashes of the cameras. He was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing

graceful, and did not look like a person who was

ten delicate, pale knuckles, then placed them on his thighs. In the next instant, a wide smile appeared on his emotionless

were surprised and excited upon hearing

Sue gave off a smile and answered the reporter’s incisive question, “The vaccine developed by my teacher would never be fake. It’s all thanks to my teacher that Mr. Goldmann has a chance to recover

Salazar is your teacher, can you ask him to come forward

“My teacher is focusing on studying the vaccine now. I’m afraid that he won’t be accepting

doors of the hall were suddenly opened, and the silhouette that appeared on the floor

single task on hand and looked in the

bodyguards followed the middle-aged

Mr.

Henry of the Metropolis. He rarely appears in front of the