"Don't tell anyone about this. My people are also developing an antidote. Come and help us develop it together." Ruan Tianling said calmly.
Xi Mubai nodded: "No problem."
Ruan Tianling glanced at him and turned to leave.
Knowing the seriousness of his condition, he didn't show any signs of panic.
If the person who injected him with the virus was Dr. Wilson, then he must have the antidote in his hands.
He should contact him and get some benefits from him.
Humph, he was just waiting for him to show up automatically!
"Wait a minute!" Xi Mubai chased after him, Ruan Tianling stopped and turned slightly.
Xi Mubai said solemnly: "I'm not kidding you. You must isolate yourself as soon as possible without delaying it. I guess that in just a few days, the virus will destroy a large amount of your immune system. Infection with ordinary diseases may still be possible.
It can be cured, but when the virus starts to attack your internal organs, various cancers will break out..."
Ruan Tianling nodded and said: "Don't worry, I won't make fun of my own life."
"Then when will you quarantine?"
"I will arrange this myself." Ruan Tianling said solemnly.
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In the bedroom.
Jiang Yufei turned on some soft wall lamps, played soothing music, and read a novel in her hand.
It's already half past nine in the evening.
She hasn't rested yet, waiting for Ruan Tianling to come back.
Ruan Tianling pushed open the bedroom door and saw her reading quietly, and her dark eyes softened instantly.
Jiang Yufei looked up and saw him, with a bright smile on her face.
"Why did you come back?"
Ruan Tianling walked to her and sat down. He took off his shoes and leaned against the bed with her.
"There was a delay, so I came back late." He put his arms around her and his eyes fell on the novel she was reading.
"looking at what?"
Jiang Yufei closed the page and showed him the title: "The Story of Pushkina."
"I only know Pushkin, he seems to be a Russian poet."
Jiang Yufei nodded: "Yes, this is his wife's story."
"What are you talking about?" Ruan Tianling asked her.
Jiang Yufei had almost finished reading, and she said: "The previous story was about their love story. The two of them were very loving, but Pushkin was killed in the end."
Ruan Tianling's eyes froze slightly, "What then?"
"When he died, he asked his wife to remarry. Later, her wife married a very good man, but I haven't seen the ending yet." When Jiang Yufei said this, her tone was obviously a little depressed.
Ruan Tianling observed and asked carefully: "Unhappy? Is it because Pushkin is dead?"
Jiang Yufei put down the novel, leaned against him, and hugged his chest.
"Well, the two of them were very loving, but Pushkin died so young, leaving his wife and their children behind, and just left... His wife was very sad, but she finally remarried..."
Ruan Tianling hugged her body tightly and rolled her throat.
"Shouldn't she get married? It's not easy for her to be a woman with a child. It would be better to get married."
Jiang Yufei said dullly: "I know, the man she remarried also loves her very much, but I don't think she is completely happy. After all... the man she loved most is dead..."
Ruan Tianling's chest was tight, his eyes were blurred, and he said words that even he himself didn't know.
"It doesn't matter, time will dilute everything. It may be painful at first, but it will gradually be forgotten later..."