The Plant A had an army of security men. It was safe to produce the injectable and the oral vaccines. They should be available for months though because of the government requirements to fulfill.
"Dr. Sergio, we shall leave you here. I hope you could produce the medicines for all." Emyr shook hands with the good doctor.
Zovern bowed his head slightly to show his courtesy. He was holding hands with Monville while they listen.
"Yes, Sir Emyr and Sir Zovern. Expect a regular report from me." Dr. Sergio turned to Monville. "I'll miss you, Mon!"
"I'll miss you, too, Doc Serge! I will message you every day!"
"You do that, Mon, but don't expect me to reply at once." Dr. Sergio cautioned. "I'll be very busy."
"When would you reply?"
"About once a month," Dr. Sergio replied.
"Okay. I'll mes
