Monan Jue didn't answer him, he got into the car and prepared to start, "It's none of your business." ”

Mo Beiyan pressed his hand on the steering wheel, "You're coming to see a doctor?"

"It's you who is sick," Mo Nanjue raised his head coldly, "Are you sure you don't take your hand away?"

"Yes," Mo Beiyan withdrew his hand, he didn't continue to stop him, "Okay, you go, I'll go in here and ask," he took out a silver short gun from his waist, "Ask against the melon seeds in your head, if you don't open your mouth, you will eat bullets, I don't believe that no one will say?"

He raised his leg and was about to leave, but Mo Nanjue got out of the car and grabbed his arm, "You stop me!"

"What are you doing?" Mo Beiyan raised his eyebrows and turned his head, "Angry?"

Mo Nanjue had a cold face, "You hurry up, I don't want to fight with you here." ”

"Why do you want me to go? What's so unsightly in there?" Mo Beiyan stared at his face, seeing a layer of fine beads of sweat oozing from the corners of his forehead, "What's wrong with you?"

Monan Jue withdrew his hand, "Don't follow me anymore." ”

Mo Beiyan felt more and more that something was wrong, he grabbed his shoulder hard, Mo Nanjue was in pain, he couldn't bear it this time, he raised his hand and propped up the car door, "Get out!"

"Damn, what's the matter with you?" Mo Beiyan walked around to him, he squatted down, "Where are you uncomfortable?"

Monan Jue straightened up, "I don't feel well when I see you. ”

Mo Beiyan knew that he wouldn't speak, but fortunately he got up and walked towards the research institute, Mo Nanjue saw this and went to arrest him, Mo Beiyan simply raised his leg and ran inside-

At this time, the doctor in the research institute walked out, and when he saw the figure rushing over, he thought it was Mo Nanjue, "Jue Shao, you just had surgery, you can't run......"

The center of the eyebrows was suddenly pressed against a handful of cold things.

The doctor was startled, Mo Beiyan clenched the gun in his hand, his expression was gloomy, "What surgery?"

"You're ......," the doctor's eyes widened, "you're ......"

"I'm asking you!" Mo Beiyan grabbed him by the collar and threw it to the side, his tone was urgent, with feelings that he didn't even know, "What surgery? What surgery did he have?!"

"God...... Leg mounting ...... for neuropathic actuators"

"Nervous actuator?" Mo Beiyan frowned, he picked up a fist and smashed it on the corner of the doctor's mouth, "I'll fucking ask you what kind of illness you are!

The doctor screamed again and again, why do they love to beat people so much...... He covered the corners of his bleeding mouth, "God...... Neuromuscular atrophy ......"

Bang -

Mo Beiyan's hand shook, and a shot grazed the doctor's shoulder and shot into the wall, he only felt five thunderbolts, this ...... Isn't this Mo Wenbin's disease?

How could it be......

Mo Beiyan was shocked, the doctor wanted to escape, but he grabbed him fiercely, he picked up the gun and smashed it on his head, "How is it now? How is his treatment? Is the operation successful?"

"The hand and the operation were successful...... But his atrophy has been accelerating, he refuses to be hospitalized, I, we try to ......"

Before the doctor could finish speaking, the man in front of him was gone.

Mo Beiyan rushed out of the research institute, Mo Nanjue had already gotten into the car, the car drove out with a clattering rub on his arm, Mo Beiyan raised his leg and kicked at the back of his car, "Mo Nanjue, you fucking stop me!"

Depend on!

Mo Beiyan turned around and got into the sports car, he followed him closely, honking frantically with one hand, "Are you fucking crazy?