Bo Zhanye tried several experiments but failed, and then encountered a bottleneck, so he came to this quiet and uninhabited place to smoke.
This is his habit.
But he didn't expect to hear crying coming from the patio. When he looked carefully, he saw that it was the woman who donated blood to Fu Xixi. He frowned and immediately opened the Tianjin cover and pulled her up:
When he saw the slap marks on her face, the bruises on her neck, and the paleness of her face, he became furious:
"What happened? Who did this to you?"
She is an important factor in Fu Xixi's treatment. She should be well protected and even strengthened, but someone tied her up in the patio!
Who dares to be so bold in the laboratory?
Lan Jiao just stayed in Bo Zhanye's arms. His embrace and concern had no meaning, they were just to save people, even to save her for Fu Xixi.
But, she just felt so warm.
I am so happy to be held by him and saved by him in my lifetime.
She shivered and said, "Can you let me take a hot bath first? I'm so cold... so cold..."
Bo Zhanye's eyebrows moved.
He had no pity for any woman, but Fu Yiqian once made him stay in an icy lake for several hours. The pain was so painful that it made him feel the same pain. He took her back to her room without saying a word.
While she was taking a bath, he was about to ask Mo Nanxi to investigate, but Fu Yiqian arrived first:
"Bo Jiu, I did it. You shouldn't interfere with her business."
"Huh? Why?" Bo Zhanye was stunned. As Fu Xixi's brother, he was as concerned about his condition as he was. How could he take action on this woman?
Fu Yiqian subconsciously said: "Because she is..." Lan Jiao...
The next words stopped in time, he paused, and said: "In short, don't worry about anything about her, and don't get even remotely close to her. She is not a good woman, and I have my own sense of discretion."
Bo Zhanye frowned, with deep thoughts in his eyes.
But knowing that Fu Yiqian was not a random person and had his own reasons for doing things, he did not say much: "Okay, don't hurt her and affect Xiaoxi's blood transfusion."
Just as his cell phone rang, he walked out directly.
The caller was none other than Mo Nanxi.
"Master Jiu, we have some clues about the antidote, but the other party asked you to contact her."
Bo Zhanye frowned: "Arrange it immediately!"
"But Master Jiu, she is none other than..."
"No matter who it is, make arrangements immediately." Bo Zhanye interrupted, walked directly back to the laboratory, took off his white coat, picked up the car keys, and strode out.
For him, even if the other party is the King of Hell, he still has to go!
Mo Nanxi had no choice but to confirm the meeting address and send it to Bo Zhanye.
It's a high-end coffee shop.
The decoration is light and luxurious, full of taste and style, and romantic light music is floating in the air.
Bo Zhanye didn't have any intention to appreciate it. After sitting down, he glanced at the watch on his wrist, and there was a hint of urgency between his brows.
Every minute and second is precious now. If the other party can provide you with favorable information, it will undoubtedly be a timely help.
But why would this person know about a medicine that he, Fu Yiqian, and even medical scientists couldn't investigate?
Who is she?
A series of questions linger in my mind.
About five minutes later, a pretty figure walked into the coffee shop.
Wearing long white fur and a silver suspender skirt, she looks like a socialite from a wealthy family.
Bo Zhanye's eyes moved upward, and after seeing that face, his eyes changed.