After that, he staggered his way out of the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Peter was banging his fist against door.

He had been at it for a few minutes already. He had a room key card, but the door was locked from the inside.

When Mark opened the door, it almost gave Peter a heart attack.

Mark's face was flushed, which made him look unusually sexy.

Struggling to catch his breath, Mark looked at the doctor beside Peter and said to him, “Inject me with the antidote."

Indeed, this doctor was reliable. As soon as he spotted the cold medicine on the table, nervous sweat began beading out of his forehead.

“Who did this?! The drug might have a potentially lethal interaction with cold medicine! People could die!"

Mark leaned against the door, panting, "I just had a little."

The doctor heaved a sigh of relief. He put down the medicine kit and gave him an injection.

As soon as the doctor pushed down the syringe, Mark immediately felt better.

But in the interim, his body had suffered a lot and was now out of strength.

"This will only temporarily relieve your discomfort," the doctor explained.

“You must go to the hospital after daybreak. This is ridiculous!"

Peter wanted to asked what happened but hesitated.

After a while, Mark Looked up and pointed to the bathroom.

"She's in there. Peter, give me your phone. I'll call Cecilia. She heard everything over the phone. She must be so anxious right now."

Without a second thought, Peter gave his phone to Mark.

“Do call her quickly. I'll go and check this woman."

Mark went back to the bedroom, took off his drenched clothes, and changed into his bathrobe.