Then Ryan Bennett stood up, forcing himself to endure the discomfort that came after killing someone. He took out his phone and left his hiding place, walking straight into the scene. However, he only lingered around the corpses for less than a minute before heading off into the darkness, as if searching for something. In total, he spent only five minutes before getting on his electric scooter and leaving directly.

Chapter 8 Buying Medicine

One day later...

"Cough, cough, cough!"

After a bout of violent coughing, Ryan Bennett's face was deathly pale, his teeth clenched so hard they made a grinding sound, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. His whole body was bent over like a shrimp out of water.

It took him quite a while to recover, then he wiped his lips with a handkerchief. Seeing the shocking black-red stain on the handkerchief, he coldly tossed it aside and stepped into an old-style residential building.

After checking the apartment number, he went to the unit on the right on the third floor. Just as he was about to knock, the door opened by itself. The person who opened the door was a burly man with a buzz cut and blue tattoos on his neck. One arm was in a cast and slung across his chest. He rudely said:

"Kid, get out of the way!"

He then shoved past Ryan Bennett and left.

As soon as Ryan Bennett entered, he smelled the scent of disinfectant. The floor was filthy, the furniture was in disarray, and there were blood-stained tissues and cigarette butts scattered around, but no one was in sight. He coughed and said:

"Is Dr. Harris here?"

The sound of a toilet flushing came from the bathroom nearby, and soon a pale, haggard, and thin middle-aged man emerged. His beard was scruffy, he looked like he'd just pulled an all-nighter, his eye sockets were sunken, and his dirty white coat looked like it hadn't been washed in ages, with several bloodstains on it.

The man didn't answer, but said coldly and warily:

"Who sent you?"

Ryan Bennett spread his hands and said:

"Mr. Cooper from the car club said you could get things here that you can't buy elsewhere."

At the mention of Mr. Cooper, Dr. Harris finally relaxed, lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, then gave the thin Ryan Bennett a once-over and said impatiently:

"Did you bring money? Take it out and put it on the table!"

Ryan Bennett pulled two thousand yuan out of his pocket.

Seeing the money, Dr. Harris took it and counted it, then said indifferently:

"Okay, do you want crack or happy water? I also have Wave King No. 1, just these three kinds, but Wave King No. 1 costs extra."

Ryan Bennett shook his head and said:

"No, I want EVE, and that inhalable Hercules Super Nitrogen Pump. I need twenty EVE pills and two bottles of the Super Nitrogen Pump."

Dr. Harris was stunned for a moment, then cursed irritably:

"Are you fucking trying to die? EVE combined with Hercules won't make you feel good at all, it'll just numb your nerves so much you won't be able to sleep at night! If you keep this up, you'll have severe kidney failure in two or three years!"

Ryan Bennett said indifferently:

"Two or three years... that's too long."

Dr. Harris was taken aback:

"What?"

Ryan Bennett said:

"I have terminal lung cancer. I'm not here to get high, I'm here to make the days ahead a little less unbearable."

Dr. Harris was silent for a while, then said:

"Diagnosed?"

Ryan Bennett gave a bitter smile:

"I really wish I wasn't."

Dr. Harris didn't say anything more, turned and went inside, and soon came out with a tote bag:

"This is Caroni from the Netherlands. If you use it with the Hercules Super Nitrogen Pump, the pain relief will be better. But you can only take one pill at a time, no more than three a day, understand?"

He tossed the bag to Ryan Bennett, then glanced at the money on the table, took a hundred-yuan bill, and impatiently shoved the rest back at Ryan Bennett:

"Go, go, don't waste my time. Seriously..."

Ryan Bennett was a bit stunned, but was already pushed out the door. He stood silently for a moment, didn't say thank you, just walked a few steps, then turned back to give Dr. Harris a deep look before leaving.

About half an hour later, Ryan Bennett returned to his place with the medicine.

Using these two together would allow Ryan Bennett to suppress the pain of late-stage cancer and squeeze out the last bit of energy from his weakened body like wringing a towel. Of course, this was no good thing—in fact, it would likely shorten his already eight-month life expectancy to just four months. But what other choice did Ryan Bennett have at this point?

At this moment, there was already a piece of paper on Ryan Bennett's desk, with a few lines of messy handwriting on it. He was compiling the information and clues he had gathered, but the sudden, intense pain from his late-stage cancer had forced him to stop and go out to buy medicine.

What was written on that piece of paper was precisely Ryan Bennett's analysis of Fang.

Yes, anyone with eyes could see that the key to Ryan Bennett's survival now lay with that powerful and mysterious guy, Fang. What Ryan Bennett had to do was kill him and take back the reverse transcriptase vector injection.

This was the only chance at survival that Ryan Bennett could find at this moment!!