(Cat flutter Chinese ) Jian Qing stared at the mobile phone with only busy sound left in her hand, and her eyebrows jumped slightly. v o d t . c o m

Missed you...

Does he really miss him?

Did this guy confess to himself?

Busy your woman goes...

No matter how you listen to it, it feels like he's jealous...

It's very affectionate...

What to about...

Forget it, let's save He Yiru's life first, and then go back to comfort his injured heart.

Seeing that he is busy all day long, except for first aid, this is to comfort that, and he is about to become a mad dog...

Mad dog......

It's a wonderful metaphor to describe yourself...

I really want to go to the sky and eat the moon...

Jian Qing shook her head helplessly, dropped her mobile phone, changed out of the heavy isolation gown on her body, and returned to the office to start preparing twenty design plans.

That night, the lights in the dean's office were not extinguished all night, and the lights in the isolation and care unit were also sleepless.

.........

At 8 a.m. the next morning, the helicopter landed on time on the roof of the hospital in Jane Su.

Jian Qing stood on the roof of the building with a thick stack of formulas in his hand, his body was thin and resolute, and the propeller stirred the huge air current, raising his white coat wantonly.

Looking at the team of doctors who walked down the plane, all wearing strict and clean white coats, carrying a unified professional medicine box in their hands.

Jian Qing shook hands with them one by one, thanked them for coming, and then led them into the experimental floor, where all the rooms were international master-level potion preparation rooms.

Twenty top-notch pharmaceutical experts were assigned to different well-equipped laboratories, and each received a secret recipe for virus preparation, all of which were unique patents in the world, but if it worked, Jian Qing would not mind giving them the opportunity to apply for a patent.

Jian Qing gave them a three-day deadline and asked them to cultivate a pure target virus, and finally pass Jian Qing's review before leaving.

After Jian Qing finished explaining the matter, the support group entered the laboratory separately, he stood alone in the empty corridor, the sound of the wind blowing on the wall echoed, facing the long and lonely corridor, he was suddenly a little dazed, and the days when no one spoke and no one followed were indeed a little unbearable.

After hesitating, he finally decided to go to the isolation monitoring room to see what Yiru was.

One night, twelve hours, seven thousand two hundred minutes, every minute is a contest of life.

The virus had already begun to rage rampant in He Yiru's body, and He Yiru covered her aching stomach and bent over into the bathroom.

Jian Qing arrived at the door of the isolation monitoring room, held the handle, and couldn't open it after a long time, so she took out her work card and swiped it on the machine at the door.

"Tick-"

The work card recognition was successful, but the door was still difficult to penetrate.

Only then did Jian Qing realize that the door was locked by He Yiru inside the house, and it was impossible for him to open it from the outside.

"Yiru!" Jian Qing slapped the door panel with her palm.

He Yiru came out of the bathroom weakly, listening to the knocking sound from the door, and the pain in his abdomen increased.

This time she didn't have to listen to him tell her what the symptoms of the disease she were infected with, she had already experienced it herself, and now she didn't have to look in the mirror to know how pale her face was.

He Yiru didn't open the door, and carefully moved his steps back to the hospital bed.

Jian Qing waited for a long time and still didn't move, this is the isolation room, the sound insulation of the door is very good, even if he shouts, he may not be able to hear it clearly.

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