With Xiaolan's help, Yu Deshui struggled to maintain a sitting position on the sofa chair, holding on to his breathing in pain, coughing from time to time.

Soon, Mo Yuan returned to the two of them, carrying a pulse syringe and a miniature oxygen supply.

Mo Yuan leaned down, half-squatted in front of Deshui, looked at his face, and observed his situation again, "Asthma, his face is getting more and more bruised, and there is pink foamy phlegm coughing up", Mo Yuan said while setting up a pulse syringe, "It looks like a cardiorespiratory disorder, but when this guy is waiting in the living room, his thoughts are clear and he speaks quickly, and there should be nothing wrong with his heart...... Long, deep, but irregular breathing...... Sure enough, as he judged for himself, was it poisoned? It was really a well-disguised drug......

"You have time to complain without scientific basis, it's better to inject the antidote quickly", Xiaolan was not angry, but her tone was quite serious.

Yu Deshui raised his hand with difficulty and waved it, revealing a wry smile.

"After setting, this is ready to be injected, a broad-spectrum antidote", Mo Yuan said, Xiaolan had already rolled up the shirt sleeve on Deshui's left arm, Mo Yuan nodded, "Start injection", and put the set pulse syringe against Deshui's left arm, and there was a momentary sound of air cracking, "Injection is complete." ”

Yu Deshui's breathing gradually eased from the original pain and rapidity, and at the same time, his eyes gradually lost focus, his eyelids shrugged weakly, and finally closed his eyes, Mo Yuan held his shoulders, let him lean on the back of the sofa chair, and fell asleep like that.

"Antidote?" Xiaolan was a little surprised.

"A little more tranquilizer," Mo Yuan explained.

"Slightly?" Xiaolan asked, turning on the micro oxygen supply.

"Don't worry, he needs to rest, I'm just letting him sleep, and we still have activities – we should go to the theater for a visit and get ready for the show. ”

"Just let him sleep here?" Xiaolan glanced at the small suitcase on the side of the sofa, "The suitcase ......"

"It's a little strange that we each bring a suitcase to the theater, but it makes sense that a backpack is enough...... It's a good place to put it here. ”

"Appropriate?" Xiaolan shook her head, her gaze falling on Deshui, "It might have been appropriate, but it's okay to have him?" ”

"There's a code on the suitcase. Mo Yuan said seriously.

"That's just a gentleman's defense. "Xiaolan has set up a miniature oxygen supply.

"That's enough. ”

"Do you think he's a gentleman?" Xiaolan raised her eyebrows slightly, and put the oxygen tube into her nose in the water and fixed it.

"He took the initiative to come to us, we saved him, even if you want to do something, you should have the next round", Mo Yuan said coldly "This round, his enemy, obviously not us, whether he is a gentleman or not, I don't know, but I know that he is not stupid, so ......"

"This round, he wants to be a gentleman", Xiaolan glanced at Yu Deshui who was sleeping, calm and tired, "His voice is really special." ”

"Indeed...... Okay, it's time for us to visit the theater. ”

"Well, it's just, who is his enemy?"

"The enemy of the enemy is a friend, right?" Mo Yuan opened the door and gave up his position, and Xiao Lan naturally walked out first. Mo Yuan turned around and glanced at Yu Deshui, "Enemy...... Friend ......", whispering to himself, Mo Yuan followed Xiaolan out of the room, turned around and closed the door gently.

"What will he do when he wakes up?" Xiaolan walked towards the direct elevator.

"Leave quietly", Mo Yuan followed behind Xiaolan, "If it's me." ”

"Huh. ”