Mark thought that DQ dared to take this case mostly because they were lucky and didn't know about their private moves.
Unexpectedly, he had seen through everything, but still risked everything he had for an operation with a failure rate of 99.9%...
Can such people really win a fight?!
Everyone in the DQ team left with Qi Mingye, leaving only Zeo, still standing in the secret room, waiting for Yin Shu to hand over the antidote to the Devil's Kiss.
Without waiting too long, the silver technician appeared. While taking over the operating room, he also handed a silver lockbox into Zeo's hands.
Mark curled his lips, took the password box, opened it, and pointed at the medicines arranged in four layers inside, "This is the antidote for the fourth phase of Devil's Kiss. It comes with an instruction manual. Don't tell me you can't understand it."
Zeo accepted the box expressionlessly, just staring at Mark's face without making a sound or leaving in a hurry.
Mark walked back to his seat generously and glanced sideways at zeo, "Don't worry, we are not losers. This antidote is real. Don't ask for it if you are timid."
"Everyone in the DQ team doesn't care about fame and fortune. Master, that's what we believe in."
zeo looked at Mark, then suddenly moved his eyes to Yin Shu, nodded slightly, picked up the box and left.
He originally wanted to wait for Mark to give him a copy of the surveillance video, but judging from the looks of the two masters and servants, they didn't seem to have that idea. Zeo thought for a while, the master probably didn't care, so he mentioned the antidote and quickly joined the team.
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As for why he suddenly left such a sentence, it was just an inexplicable sympathy for the equally excellent doctor...
People without faith are miserable...
"boom--"
Zeo's figure disappeared completely. Yin Shu, who had been sitting quietly on the chair, suddenly stood up, raised his foot and kicked towards the chair. The chair fell to the ground with a violent collision.
His tall body was tense, his hands on his sides were tightly clenched into fists, and he punched the wall with one punch.
"Yin Shu, what are you doing, your hands!"
Mark yelled in panic.
"Are you crazy? You actually took it out on your own hands. Do you still want to hold a scalpel again?"
He could let Yin Shu vent his anger by kicking the chair or table however he wanted, but no matter how angry he was, he couldn't vent it out with his own hands.
No need for him to say how important a pair of perfect hands is to a neurosurgery doctor.
Once a hand bone is injured and a major operation takes more than ten hours, it is very likely that the hand will cramp in the middle of the operation, resulting in irreparable mistakes.
Silver magic baby, his hands are better than his life, today he actually...
When Yin Shu heard Mark's words, he suddenly stared at him with a pair of dark eyes and a mocking smile on his lips, "A pair of perfect hands can't compare to DQ's severely injured hands. Why should I keep them?"
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the other exit of the secret room.
The tall figure disappeared into the secret room very quickly.
"Silver Art..."
Mark froze in place, pondering what Yin Shu had just said.
The thought of DQ placing his hands in the blind corner of the monitor behind him after the operation flashed through his mind.
He thought it was just a coincidence at the time, but the meaning of Yin Shu was...
Mark was going crazy. It took him a while to react, but he quickly followed.
"Let people follow his car, I want to know where DQ is."
At the window sill on the second floor of the villa, Yin Shu, who quickly reached the heights through another secret passage in the secret room, narrowed his eyes, stared at Qi Mingye's leaving convoy, and gave an indifferent order.
