This secret that is about to be revealed may be related to the unreasonable panic I had before!
His body bent further with her strength, and his hands subconsciously thought that she couldn't get up because she was injured, and asked him to hold her.
But Madam Murong just shook her head, tears streaming down her face, wetting her hair at her temples, and her jaw was struck by gravity and was dislocated.
She tried hard to say it, but the severe pain between opening and closing made it more difficult for her to say every word. There was painful cold sweat on her face, anxious tears, and thick blood that could not be suppressed and overflowed outwards, mixed into
The devastation of ferocious defeat.
Finally, her body stood up at a very small angle with his support. She pulled her son's arm hard with one hand, pointed her injured finger at the red silk bag on the ground, opened and closed it several times with great effort, and finally vomited out.
Two vague words: "Antidote..."
After the words were spoken, the person fainted from the pain.
Murong Qingzhen's body was shaken, and the color on his face had completely changed.
The attendant behind him walked quickly to the soaked red silk bag, bent down, reached out from his pocket and took out a silver pen, carefully picked up the red silk bag with one end of the pen, and shook it gently.
The small broken bottle fragments in the bag had fallen out.
At this time, Murong Yuanhong's personal deacon had rushed up with several people. Seeing this scene, they were all slightly startled.
Murong Yuanhong didn't come up. He didn't seem to care at all. Why did his wife come to the hospital?
Murong Qingzhen casually picked up the sanitary plate that had fallen to the side, put the red silk bag into the plate, and handed it to the deacon: "Take it to the laboratory for composition analysis. If it is confirmed to be an antidote, quickly prepare a new one.
.The sooner the better.”
The deacon took the order and left.
Just when Murong Qingzhen was picking up his mother to rescue him, Murong Yuanhong suddenly walked up and said coldly in front of his son: "What are you doing now? I want to explain!"
Murong Qingzhen opened his mouth to answer, but the deacon who had just left turned around and ran back in a panic.
"What's the matter?" Murong Yuanhong turned around and asked.
"Yes...Master, they are here and have already arrived downstairs."
Murong Qingzhen and his father quickly exchanged a look, finally here!
"How many have come?" Murong Yuanhong said, having already walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and began to look down.
"Just...just nine...the one starting with it is not the Bai Yanbing, but...the one with long silver hair..."
Seeing that his subordinate was stammering, Murong Yuanhong yelled angrily: "What are you doing now? Why don't you go back to your mother's arms to nurse if you are afraid of this!"
When the others heard this, they all forced themselves to hold back their laughter and lowered their heads in silence. Murong Qingzhen, however, frowned and asked, "What on earth did you see that made you so frightened?"
Unexpectedly, it would have been better if he didn't ask. After asking, the deacon's head lowered further and further. Murong Qingyi frowned, but in a hurry, he had no time to ask again. Murong Yuanhong had already led his people to guard the place.
At the elevator door.
Everyone immediately completed the defense. Murong Qingzhen held his mother in one hand, and the other hand started to tremble faintly.
He didn't know where the fear in his heart came from. However, as the numbers in the elevator jumped up rapidly, his heartbeat also intensified.