Swiping to answer the question, Ming Yuan's cold voice passed through the airwaves, "Is there something wrong, Your Highness?"
"Ahem..." Prince Mu De coughed heavily. His condition was actually very bad. Although he had no symptoms of pneumonia, he already had a fever. He was worried about himself and thought of Mingyuan, a virologist.
At the critical moment, he needs Mingyuan's rescue.
"Leah needs you," Prince Mudd said.
Ming Yuan had no expression on his face, playing with a flower branch with his fingers, "Why do you need me? Don't you have the most professional team?"
"But you are a virology expert. Mingyuan, please forget about those things between you and me. I'm sorry for you, and I will apologize to you in the future. But... I want to live, and I want Leah to live. Cough
cough……"
Prince Mu De's voice was low and hoarse. It was not difficult to tell that his condition was much worse than before.
Yes, he was really worried about Leah and himself.
Especially now that other countries no longer accept their Lebanese nationals, and some countries even do not export medical materials to Leah. Leah will not be able to survive if this continues.
If there is no solution to the virus this time, Leah is likely to become a ghost town.
The snipe and the clam compete for the fisherman's profit. Who will occupy Leah when the time comes?
Prince Mu De didn't dare to imagine it anymore. It was no exaggeration to say that he was very afraid of this. He was afraid that his kingdom would be taken away by others before he became the king, and he could only die without resting in peace after his life was exhausted.
"You should know about Leah's situation. In fact, the virus is developing faster than what was reported. Leah does not have a complete virus feedback mechanism. Unless it is very serious, we cannot know their situation. Mingyuan, you are a
Virologists with conscience, please take responsibility for Leah's life, please save Leah? Even if it's not for me, think about yourself and your friends. This is where you grew up,
How many memories are there?”
Prince Mu De moved Xiaozhi with reason and emotion, just like making Mingyuan agree to help them.
But Mingyuan hasn't figured out how to help yet.
To get the virus information, he had to go out, and when he walked out of this house, he was not sure whether he would be infected.
If others are infected, they can still wait for them to come to treat them. If they are infected, how can they treat others?
Ming Yuan is a rational person, and he thinks more than the average person on this kind of issue.
So at this moment, even if he is worried about the people of Leah, he will not immediately agree to Prince Mude.
"This is too much for you." Prince Mu De couldn't hear Ming Yuan's response, so he said with resentment: "I thought you would at least be responsible for Leah's lives. I thought you were a conscientious person, but I didn't want to...
…I saw the wrong person and loved the wrong person.,”
Ming Yuan expressed his disdain for this kind of behavior that turned out to be quicker than flipping through a book. He sneered and said to Prince Mu De: "Well, since you hate me so much, why are you still trying to convince me? Prince Mu De, you are so stupid
People are very hypocritical, you are more disgusting than I thought, do you understand?"
"I...Mingyuan!" Prince Mu De was too excited, and his heartbeat was faster than before. He was suddenly a little scared, covering his chest, coughing heavily, and softening his voice, "Why are you so cruel to me.
"
"I'm not cruel to anyone. If you want to ask me for something, you should be asking for help. If you don't, then you deserve to be tortured!"