Personality V: I will save everything

"You'd better go out. He needs to have a good rest." Lydia stood at the door with a look of helplessness and determination on her face. Finally, she slowly closed the door and kept the visitors out.

Although it looked like he was being kicked out mercilessly, the factory director and the gardener did not show any dissatisfaction or anger. They knew very well that Kreacher really needed a quiet environment to recover his strength.

Speaking of which, Kreacher was really unlucky. He was a perfectly normal person, but he was choked by his own saliva by accident. But even so, his embarrassed and painful appearance at that time still scared everyone.

"Actually, I've wanted to ask for a long time, what's wrong with his head?" The factory manager pointed to his forehead. He really couldn't understand why Kreacher's head was wrapped in thick bandages?

You know, in this mysterious and dangerous place, the things that the survivors are experiencing are not completely known to the supervisors at the same time.

Since there are almost no effective communication channels between the two parties, each other's information is closed and isolated.

Therefore, the factory director naturally had no way of knowing about Kreacher's tragic experience of being maliciously pushed down from a high staircase.

"He was violently pushed down the stairs! I don't know how long this poor man lay on the cold, hard ground before he was finally discovered by a passerby. The scene at that time was simply horrible. Just a little bit, his life would have disappeared from the world."

When the gardener said these words with trembling lips, her eyes, which were usually full of tenderness and smiles, were now filled with anger and confusion. She clenched her fists tightly, with her nails deeply embedded in her palms, as if only in this way could she slightly ease the pain and resentment in her heart.

She couldn't understand why someone as good as Mr. Pearson could be so cruel to do such a cruel thing to him. He had always been kind to others, never offended anyone, and even often helped those in need around him. But now, he had suffered such an unexpected disaster and almost died.

After hearing the news, the factory director was also full of disbelief, with his mouth wide open for a long time. Although he had not been with Kreacher for a long time, everything Kreacher had done for him and the gardener during this period was enough to make him firmly believe that Kreacher was a kind-hearted, honest and friendly person.

What kind of villain could do such an unforgivable thing?! The factory director was so angry that he was shaking all over, veins popped out on his forehead, and his hands were clenched into fists, the joints turned white from excessive force.

He secretly swore to himself that he must find out the hateful murderer, make him receive the punishment he deserves, and give Kreacher justice!

Thinking of this, the factory director couldn't help but smile bitterly. Originally, what he had planned to do for Kreacher was not a big deal at all. Even if he was investigating the real murderer, it was still a drop in the bucket for the suffering Kreacher had suffered.

But no matter what, it was always good to help Kreacher a little more. Even if it was just a tiny bit of help, as long as he could help Kreacher, he would be satisfied.

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the other side,

With a look of helplessness and resentment on her face, Lydia gently handed a cup of steaming warm water to Kreacher, while constantly complaining: "Oh my, you can actually choke on your own saliva. Kreacher, you are such a rare talent!"

You know, for those seriously ill patients, their physical condition is extremely fragile, and sometimes even their lives may be in danger because of their own saliva.

Although this situation is relatively rare, it is not completely impossible.

However, Kreacher clearly did not fall into the category of "certain situations" where he was in extreme danger.

Putting aside other things, let’s just look at his current condition, which has gradually stabilized.

Although there are still some symptoms of persistent low-grade fever, overall things are moving in the right direction and I am recovering slowly.

Besides, when the ridiculous scene just happened, Kreacher was very clear-headed. The reason why he was choked by his saliva was entirely due to his carefree and casual personality. He was really too nervous!

"Okay, okay, I get it. Do you have to laugh at me for so long?" Kreacher muttered helplessly, picked up the water glass and took a sip. The water temperature was just right, sliding down his throat, bringing a hint of moisture and comfort.

"You might as well take your medicine at the same time." Lydia handed over a handful of colorful pills expressionlessly.

Kreacher looked at the pile of pills in his hand, his eyes widened, his face full of suspicion: "............I have always wanted to ask you, are you going to let me take the pills as meals?"

It was no wonder that Kreacher asked this question. Just looking at the colors and shapes of these pills, they could be divided into at least five categories, and there were several of each type of pill. It was no exaggeration to say that Kreacher sometimes even felt that he could not hold so many pills in one hand.

Facing Kreacher's questioning, Lydia rolled her eyes in annoyance and said angrily, "Nonsense! First of all, you have such a serious wound on your head. I took a lot of effort to sew it up for you. The wound is scary big, so you must take anti-inflammatory and painkillers obediently. Besides, you actually had a high fever afterwards. In this case, taking only one kind of antipyretic medicine will not work. You have to take several kinds to suppress it."

Lydia was definitely not exaggerating! Kreacher's temperature was soaring to an alarming level, almost breaking through the 42C mark.

This is not a joke. If a person's fever continues to exceed 42 degrees Celsius, the consequences will be disastrous. It is very likely to cause a series of extremely serious sequelae, such as irreversible damage to the brain, causing the gradual failure of various important organs, and even eventually taking away life.

At that heart-wrenching moment, Lydia and Violetta's hearts were in their throats and they were almost scared to death.

Lydia did not dare to delay for a moment and hurriedly went to prepare the medicine; while Violetta never stopped, constantly wiping Kreacher's hot body with a wet and cold towel, hoping to help reduce his temperature a little to prevent the situation from getting worse.

"You should sincerely thank Violetta for saving your life. So, stop talking so much and take the medicine quickly!"

After being scolded by Lydia again, Kreacher became completely obedient, but he still divided the handful of medicine in his hand into two portions and swallowed them. After all, if you let him swallow it all in one gulp, Lydia might have to demonstrate to him how to do the Heimlich maneuver on the spot.

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"How did you think of asking me?" Naib looked at the gardener in front of him with astonishment, and couldn't help but feel surprised. He really didn't expect that the gardener would list him as the first person to be questioned. Normally, as a mercenary, he would often make people feel intimidated and stay away from him.

"It doesn't matter. I don't care what you might do to me. I just know that you are very nice to Mr. Pearson, and that's enough." The gardener responded lightly, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

She had witnessed with her own eyes the scene where Naib cared about Kreacher's safety wholeheartedly - in order to ensure Kreacher's safety, Naib worked tirelessly to run back and forth between the restaurant and the room, and finally carried Kreacher back to the room personally.

Putting aside other things, just from this point of view, Naib's care for Kreacher is enough to show that he is not a cold-hearted person. Therefore, in the gardener's opinion, Naib is the right person to ask.

"Well, I must admit that you are not only courageous, but also clever. But, Miss Gardener, I am sorry to say that even if you ask me about this, I know nothing about it."

Naib spread his hands helplessly and answered truthfully. In this situation, there was really no need to make up lies to deceive the other party. After all, everyone had the same goal and expectation.

"You really don't know anything at all?" The gardener's face, which was already full of doubts, frowned slightly at this moment. Her clear eyes stared at the other person closely, as if she wanted to see through the other person's eyes to the secret hidden deep in his heart.

"What a coincidence. Jake asked the same question as you at that time." Naib said, scratching the back of his head unconsciously. "But unfortunately, this is what Kreacher said himself. He himself said that he didn't see clearly what the person who pushed him down looked like!"

When he said this, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, as if he felt very helpless and frustrated about this result.

Yes, this inevitably makes people feel very aggrieved. If he had a choice, he would have wanted to cut that abominable guy into pieces immediately to vent his anger.

It was a pity that now, let alone catching the culprit, they didn't even know who the other party was! Thinking of this, he couldn't help but clench his fists, and his teeth chattered.

The gardener, unable to get any useful information from Naib, had to look for other people.

Finally he found Andrew, but unfortunately, the result was still the same.

"I don't know. I was in my room at the time. I asked Kreacher afterwards and he also said he didn't know."

The gardener had asked everyone she could, but no one knew.

The gardener was a little discouraged, but he would not give up. He was determined to find the culprit.

Just as Yuanzi was about to turn around and leave, Andrew suddenly seemed to remember something and hurriedly added: "............But...we really can't completely rule out this possibility............"

His tone was a little playful, but he seemed to be completely sure of what he said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Andrew slowly raised his hand and made a strange gesture - he pressed his middle finger hard on his index finger.

This seemingly insignificant gesture has a special meaning for people who are familiar with Christian culture, because in Christian doctrine, this gesture represents that the liar is asking God for forgiveness.

So, who exactly was Andrew trying to imply was lying? The answer was obvious! Was he referring to Mr. Pearson?

After all, as far as we can see now, no one has witnessed the murderer at the time, because everyone was in their respective rooms. At the scene at the time, apart from the perpetrator, the only person left was the victim, and he might also be the only witness.

At this moment, the gardener on the side widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, and couldn't help shouting: "You mean to say that Mr. Pearson lied?! And he even wanted to protect the hateful perpetrator?!"

The gardener was filled with anger and confusion. He couldn't imagine why someone would protect the guy who almost took his life.

"Maybe there is some reason. After all, Kreacher is very gentle. Maybe he wants to give that guy a chance to reform."

Andrew said half jokingly.

But the gardener was obviously unwilling to accept this assumption, and she left without looking back.

Looking at the gardener's back as he left, Andrew shrugged boredly. These days, no one believes the truth.

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After making sure the gardener had left, Andrew quietly came into a room.

"It would be better to just tell her the truth..." Some of the Air Force members didn't quite understand why Andrew did this?

"Oh my, isn't this just for fun?" Andrew said with a smile like an innocent child, "If we just reveal the truth, won't the game be unable to proceed?"

Air Force roughly understood what Andrew meant, so in the future, she would play the corresponding role as long as she could make Andrew happy.