"I have been helping you clean up the big pit you created all afternoon, so where can I get time to contact Country Y?" As she said this, Song Xingzhou raised her head and rolled her eyes at Ming Yu.

Ming Yan raised his eyebrows and said indifferently: "It's not you who went to restore the pit to its original state."

"But I'm going to find someone to do this!" Song Xingzhou said dissatisfiedly at Ming Yu.

Really, what does this guy treat him as?

The young master of the Song family in the capital was sent to fill in the pit.

This guy dared to call him like this.

Ming Ye said nothing, slowly picked up the blueberry mint candy package from the table, which had been eaten by most of the time. He took out one from it, peeled off the candy-wrapped paper packaging, and threw the lilac candy into his mouth.

"I can give you a box of medicine that your family wants when the first batch of goods comes out."

Ming Yan's tone was cold, but Song Xingzhou was extremely excited.

After hearing Ming Yu's words, he jumped up from the chair with a 'skip'.

"Really!?" Song Xingzhou looked at Ming Yan in disbelief.

"Well," Ming Yu nodded, "But that drug can only treat patients with mild symptoms. The one you use may not be useful."

Song Xingzhou shook his head and said, "No matter what, it's better than no hope."

The light of Lixiyi's eyes could no longer be concealed. He quickly put on his headphones and drew out the light curtain to tell the old man at home.

In order to obtain the new medicine studied by Mingyan, the old man asked him to rush from Changrong to Nanshan City to find Mingyan. It took Song Xingzhou so many days, but Mingyan did not let go.

It is rare to let go now, and we must not give up this opportunity.

The smell of mint spread in his mouth, Ming Yu leaned back on the back of the office chair and looked up at the light on the ceiling.

"Maybe there is really hope to heal your one."

Ming Yu's voice was very light, but Song Xingzhou heard it.

He was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

"What did you say?"

Ming Yan looked at Song Xingzhou, raised his left hand and touched his chin and said, "The one in your family has suffered from a rare genetic defect since birth. He has one less chromosome than ordinary people.

In theory, if the missing chromosomes can be filled, he will be able to recover.”

"But the technology now is impossible to achieve." Song Xingzhou shook his head.

He also graduated from medical school and knew that medicine could not reach that level now.

"I thought so before." Ming Yan stood up as he said.

He turned to face the light curtain and opened a folder on the light curtain, which contained a row of text files and some pictures.

Song Xingzhou had already put away the light curtain, and he walked around the table and behind Ming Yu.

Mingyu opened a document with dense data on it, occasionally interspersed with a few pictures.

He found the part he needed, magnified the picture and said: "The patient's cells in the iCu are attacked by an unknown cell, and then the patient's cells will undergo some uncontrollable mutation."

"I know all this." Song Xingzhou scratched the back of his head, and he looked at Ming Yan in confusion.

He didn't understand why Ming Yan suddenly said this.

"What if this unknown cell becomes controllable?" A glimmer flashed in Ming Yan's peach blossom eyes.

Song Xingzhou couldn't keep up with Ming Yan's thoughts anymore. He frowned and said, "According to the current medical level, this is completely impossible."

"That's not necessarily."

*

The next day, the sun was shining.

Qian Yizhen woke up early in the morning. Although she had been in a coma for four days, her biological clock was still very accurate.

Wake up on time at 7 a.m.

With the help of Aunt Wang, Qian Yizhen brushed her teeth and washed her face, and then ate a light breakfast provided by the hospital.

As soon as I finished my meal, I heard: "Sister Qian, morning!"

Li Jingshan walked into the ward with two bags.

"Where did you go to sweep the goods early in the morning?" Qian Yizhen glanced at the two big bags in Li Jingshan's hand and said.

Li Jingshan put the bag on the coffee table, took off his coat and threw it on the sofa.

He held the collar with one hand and fanned himself with the other.

"It's so hot. It's only early February. Why is it so hot here?" Song Xingzhou said.

His forehead was covered with sweat.

Qian Yizhen walked down from the hospital bed, and she walked to the coffee table and looked at two big bags and asked, "What is this?"

"It's a tool for you to exercise." Song Xingzhou said, and then squatted down and poured out the things in the two bags.

One bag contains two small dumbbells and a jump rope. The other bag contains some small things, a grip, a few small latex balls, and then some messy little things.

Song Xingzhou picked up the grip device and handed it to Qian Yizhen and said, "You try this."

Qian Yizhen stretched out her palm and signaled Song Xingzhou to help her place it, and then her fingers were put together. Before she could exert force, she heard a "click".

The grip was broken in Qian Yizhen's hand.

Song Xingzhou: “…”

Qian Yizhen: “…”

"You try this."

Song Xingzhou took off the broken grip from Qian Yizhen's hand, and he put a latex ball into Qian Yizhen's hand.

Qian Yizhen took a breath, then slowly closed her fingers and stopped after touching the latex ball.

"That's right!" Song Xingzhou immediately applauded.

"I'll try to use force," said Qian Yizhen.

With a little effort, the latex ball was also killed with a "bang".

Qian Yizhen: “…”

She really only used a little bit of strength.

Song Xingzhou was stunned for a moment, then comforted him: "It's okay, I bought a lot of latex balls."

After Qian Yizhen tried several times, the latex ball kept exploding in her hands.

"Sister Qian, you should learn how to control your strength if you practice a few more times."

Although Song Xingzhou said so, he himself didn't know whether Qian Yizhen could do it.

Suddenly, a female voice came from outside the ward door.

"Yo! It's so lively early in the morning."

Qiu Yajing walked in with a bouquet of flowers, followed by Han Jin.

Putting down his hand and throwing the latex in his hand onto the coffee table. Qian Yizhen smiled and said to the two people who came in without a smile: "It's really rare. Is the Qiuda reporter coming to see me? I'm really flattered."

"A colleague was in a relationship. I thought I had come after I knew you were hospitalized. But there was too much happening recently. I only have time to take time to see you now." Qiu Yajing said this, and she threw the flowers in her hand to Li Jingshan.

Li Jingshan took the flowers and glanced down at the white lily.

Why did this charming bitch come to the door?

There must be no kindness.

He said with a embarrassed look: "My sister Qian is allergic to pollen, so you should take this bouquet of flowers back."

Qian Yizhen took a few steps back with great coordination.

"Look at my memory." Qiu Yajing patted her forehead, "I forgot that Sister Qian is allergic to pollen."

A voice of "Sister Qian" made Qian Yizhen get goosebumps and a chill in her heart.

"I heard that you have lived in the ICU for several days, how could you be so seriously injured?"

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This book is completely fictional, the author has weak medical knowledge, please do not take it seriously (cover your face)
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