Si Nian regained his composure and rushed over to check on Ji Yuting. He was not injured or hit by a bullet.
That can only be...
A virus broke out in his body?
Si Nian shook her hands to feel the pulse on his neck.
The pulse beat very steadily.
He took a long breath.
Fortunately, the person is still alive, but fainted.
He took Ji Yuting's arm, leaned him on his back, and calmly made arrangements.
"Qi Nian Shi Nian will follow me and evacuate first. The others will cover each other. They will all evacuate safely within ten minutes. Within two days, everyone will return to S City to standby."
"receive."
After making arrangements, Xi Nian carried the unconscious Ji Yuting on his back and ran wildly through the mountains and forests.
Qi Nian and Xin Nian followed, all on guard to prevent sneak attacks from behind and behind.
They quickly evacuated the border and got on the helicopter that immediately flew back to S city.
On the plane, Ji Yuting still didn't wake up, his face was getting paler and his whole body was cold.
Si Nian probed his neck again, getting weaker and weaker, and his breathing was shallow.
"Hurry up! Fly faster!"
He roared like a child, his eyes were red, and his throat was choked with sobs: "BOSS, you can't die yet! If you hold on for a while, we will be in the laboratory soon. With the doctor here, you will be fine!"
Seven years and ten years were younger, and the tears were already falling uncontrollably.
The two of them squatted beside Ji Yuting, crying and rubbing his hands in an attempt to warm his cold body.
Three hours later, they arrived at the laboratory overnight.
Yi Ziming took an injection of the inhibitor that strengthened the drug's effect, and Ji Yuting's complexion gradually returned to normal.
His distinct eyelashes trembled, and he woke up in a daze.
After his vision gradually became clearer, he looked around the room.
I noticed that his aged eyes were very red, as if he had cried.
Yi Ziming was looking at his virus test report, and his face looked ugly, as if he was about to cry.
"What's wrong?"
Ji Yuting propped himself up and sat up.
What answered him was the silence between the two of them.
The room was filled with a sad and depressed mood.
"Ziming, I can feel what stage my body has reached. You don't have to hide it from me. No matter how bad the result is, I can bear it."
Yi Ziming held back his sobs, "I'm sorry, Brother Yu, it's my fault. I haven't been able to find a way to treat the virus in your body for so long."
Shaking his hands, he handed the test sheet to Ji Yuting and continued:
"Inhibitors have been used too many times, and your body has developed resistance. From the first seven days of injections, and the next five days, now you have to inject them three days even if you get sick. When your body fully adapts to the effects of the inhibitors, the virus
I can no longer restrain myself.”
"Moreover, the virus in your body has spread again during this time. Your fainting this time, and the problem of poor physical strength that you mentioned to Xi Nian before, are because your body is suffering from a degenerative disease."
Ji Yuting frowned slightly, his thin lips pale, "How far will it decline?"
"In the most serious case, the whole body will be paralyzed. And, Brother Yu, this is just a physical complication so far. I don't know if your body will suffer from other problems as the inhibitory effect on the virus gradually fails.
"
Yi Ziming's eyes were filled with grief, "In short... the situation is not optimistic."
After saying this, the room fell into a long silence again.