Such a plan was planned, but in the end it was all in vain.
"Doctor Lin, don't worry... It's actually not difficult to make your wife recover! You know, you are a miracle doctor, and a miracle doctor who is famous all over the world... You will always be better than our Nangong family in developing the antidote to this poison.
Be strong!"
"I don't have the Death Flower! I know nothing about this poisonous flower! How can I develop it? Such a strange poison and strange flower! It will take years or even decades to analyze!" Lin Yang gritted his teeth and said.
When he looked at Bizhen's life-threatening flower earlier, he found it particularly strange. It took several generations of the Nangong family to develop a semi-finished product that could only save lives. If he was asked to analyze it, how could it be possible to complete it in a year and a half?
Su Yan's poison...can't be delayed!
Lin Yang fell into extreme anxiety.
At this moment, Nangong Tong suddenly grabbed Lin Yang's arm and said with all his strength: "If I give you all the information about Jueminghua that the Nangong family has studied for nearly a hundred years! Can you...
Spare the lives of my Nangong clan members?"
Lin Yang suddenly turned his head and stared at him.
"What did you say?"
"Divine Physician Lin! This information not only contains all the information about our Nangong family cultivating the Death Flower, but also includes all the processes and formulas for refining the Death Poison Pill! If you can get this information, and cooperate with your medical skills, no matter what,
Within half a year, you will be able to develop an antidote!"
Nangong Tong seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. He grabbed Lin Yang with his withered hands and shouted with all his strength: "Miracle Doctor Lin! Promise me! Promise me, everything is yours, everything is yours..."
After saying that, he hurriedly took out two shabby notebooks from his arms.
One of them is "Eight Gates of Dunjia".
As for the other book, it is a book that records the life-threatening flower.
It turns out that this classic has been kept in the hands of Nangong Tong.
But he knew that if he didn't take it out, he would have no chance, so he stuffed it into Lin Yang's hand. Then, his arms hung down weakly, and he lowered his head slightly, and his voice became like a mosquito.
"Listen, everyone from the Nangong family, after I die...I won't allow you to hate Divine Doctor Lin, or...take revenge on him! No matter what he...did, even if he wants to kill you, you won't be allowed to...
You are not allowed to resist, and you are not allowed to hold a grudge against him! Do you understand?"
Although the voice was very weak, it seemed particularly loud at this moment.
"Ancestor..."
The Nangong clan members cried even harder.
"Did you hear that?" Nangong Tong suddenly roared.
"I heard it!"
People were crying and shouting.
Nangong Tong's old face became much more relaxed.
He turned his old face and murmured:
"Divine Doctor Lin...this era...is your era..."
The voice was full of envy, helplessness and sadness.
Then, the eyelids closed, and the person completely stopped moving and breathing...
Nangong Tong died.
"Uncle? Uncle!!!" Nangong Meng opened her eyes wide and shouted with all her strength.
"Ancestor!!"
All the Nangong clan members knelt on the ground and howled loudly.
The scene was desolate.
Lin Yang looked at the two books in his hands quietly and fell into silence.
