Miller was dead, unblinded, with a look of astonishment and surprise in his eyes.

If he could do it again, he would definitely choose to slip away, at least then he would have a chance to survive - but, can he have another chance in life? Apparently not.

"How long have you not killed anyone?" The bedroom door was pushed in, and an old man stepped out of it, looking at the metal tube slowly retracting from the handle of Kronos's wheelchair and asked.

"It's been a long time." Kronos said as he stroked the handle. "This is the first time I've used this gun."

"Why are you angry?" The old man held a purple clay pot in his hand, sat on the sofa and asked.

"I'm angry? No, I'm not angry. Kronos denied it. I'm just a little — well, hate iron doesn't make steel. ”

"You're angry." The old man said firmly.

"I didn't." Kronos retorted.

"You're just angry."

"-well, I'm angry."

"Why are you angry?" The old man smiled slightly, grabbed the teapot and took a sip, and said. "Is it because of that inconsequential base or because of his failures?"

"Both." Kronos turned his wheelchair and looked at the old man, his face turned cold, and he almost roared. "I'm angry at why I have this strange disease, I'm angry that I have so much money, but I can't cure this strange disease, and I'm even more angry at that idiot Zheng Wuming."

"You've given him the ghost." The old man reminded.

"So what?" Kronos sneered. "The phoenix's rebirth is Nirvana, but he can never achieve Nirvana - because he is not Yan Murong's opponent at all."

"Are you?" The old man asked.

"I am." Kronos said with a determined look in his eyes.

"Then go and kill him." The old man laughed. "But don't blame me for not reminding you, your opponent is not only him, but also his master."

"You're going to kill even your apprentice?" Kronos sneered. "Oh, I almost forgot, you killed him once thirty years ago, but it didn't work."

"It's not that it didn't work out." The old man shook his head. "It's just a bureau, what I didn't expect is that I have to wait for 30 years - but it doesn't matter, 30 years is enough for me to develop." ——

"Doctor Yan, how's it going?" Seeing Yan Murong coming out of the isolation ward, Smith greeted him and asked anxiously.

"I don't know yet." Yan Murong took off his mask and said. "I can use stimulation to lower the patient's body temperature, and I can also use drugs to enhance the patient's resistance, but if I want to completely suppress the influenza virus, I can't do it for the time being."

Yan Murong was also a little helpless, if he had enough internal qi, he might be able to use the Eight Needles of the Ghost Gate to try the effect, but after saving Luohan, he was in a coma for half a month, and he came directly to the United States when he woke up, and his body had not recovered at all.

It takes 100 days to break the muscles and bones, and the internal strength that is lost cannot be regained in 100 days.

"Has the temperature come down?" Smith looked at Yan Murong in surprise, and thought to himself, it seems that Chinese medicine is not useless, at least what they haven't done for so many days, they actually let him do it with a few stitches.

"It's only temporary." Yan Murong said. "What I'm trying to do is to temporarily control the patient's condition and prolong their life – it's up to you to make them fully recover."

"Can't you use Chinese medicine?" Smith asked, and the big black man with well-developed limbs and not a simple mind immediately thought of this question. If acupuncture can be used to control the condition, why can't it be treated with important ones? - Anyway, that's what he said, if he is cured, it is because he has a good leadership, and if he can't cure it or he dies, he will put the blame on these Chinese medicine practitioners.

"Nope." Yan Murong shook his head. "Secretary Smith, you've probably heard the phrase 'heavy medicine should be used for severe cases', right? The amount of medicine used is light, it can't work, the amount of medicine used is heavy, and they can't stand it at all with their current physique - the flu virus is also poisonous, I want to fight poison with poison, poisonous herbs will definitely be used in the medicine, and if the amount is large, it will kill people. ”

"It's embarrassing."

"It's hard." Yan Murong smiled and asked. "What about you? Looking for a carrier who didn't find the pathogen? ”

"Nope." Smith rubbed his somewhat sour head and said. "For two days, pathogen carriers have not been found, and antibiotics have not progressed – damn it, can't God see that his people are suffering? Can't you rescue it? ”

Hearing Smith's words, Yan Murong wanted to laugh, but he suddenly remembered a joke.

It is said that there is a big flood in a certain town, everyone is on the run, and only one man stands at the window and does not move. He was a devout believer in God and prayed that God would save him.

At this time, a rescue boat came and asked him to get on board, but he didn't upload it, saying that he would wait for God to save him. Then a helicopter came, but he still refused to get on the plane, and had to wait for God to save him, and as a result, he was drowned in the water.

When he arrived in heaven, he angrily asked God - I am your devout believer, why don't you save yourself when you die?

As a result, God spoke. "Who said I didn't save you? I heard your prayers, and I sent a boat, and you didn't get on it. I sent another plane and you still didn't get it, can you blame me for this? ”

Yan Murong thinks that Smith is the second person who prays to God, tell me, when is it now, you complain that God has a fart? Feudal superstition kills people.

"Secretary Smith, I have an idea." Yan Murong said suddenly.

"What?" Smith was stunned for a moment, and then his face was happy. "Tell me, have you thought of a way?"

"Not really." Yan Murong shook his head and said. "I just wanted to ask, how is the first patient now?"

"It's dead." Smith shook his head in annoyance. "So far, the first three patients have all died – God bless them."

If God had blessed them, would they have died? Yan Murong sneered in his heart and said with a straight face. "I want to see their bodies."

"Look at the corpse? What's so nice about corpses? Smith was stunned for a moment, then understood something. Are you going to do an autopsy? I advise you to give up – we've also thought that the virus samples in the blood of the previous patients were closest to the pathogen, so we've experienced that the first antibiotics were made from samples taken from their bodies, but it didn't work. ”

"Not necessarily." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Didn't you just say that you want to try it with Chinese medicine."