Qin Qi pondered for a few seconds and shook his head lightly:

"Ninety percent may not be the same person, but it is not ruled out that it is the same person."

After all.

They have too little information about each other.

Fu Mochen's eyes darkened slightly.

If it wasn't for him, the person who was poisoned would have been the old man.

With the old man's body, if he had been infected with type X neurotoxin, it was estimated that he would have died a long time ago.

The child has now been treating his leg.

Seemingly.

Now that his condition has improved, he must keep his mouth shut and not disclose any information to the outside world.

"Kid, you need to protect yourself in the near future."

Qin Qi shrugged, his little face full of indifference:

"I don't care, I'm super good at fighting."

She is also good at poisoning.

Ordinary people can't get close to her.

Fu Mochen raised his eyebrows:

"One dozen seven, it's really fierce."

His children.

provoked her, and when she dragged it up, it was really ruthless.

Xu Yi secretly shrank back.

Oh.

Confirm that it is correct.

Only he is a rookie.

Soon, Qin Qi said goodbye to Wen Xiaoxiao.

Fu Mochen sent her home.

Half an hour, Qin Qi paced to the living room, and was surprised to see two figures on the sofa.

It's eleven o'clock.

Mom, why haven't they slept yet?

Shen Mei heard the footsteps, and quickly turned her head, and her charming little face evoked a gentle smile:

"Qiqi is back? Come, sit here, your dad has something to talk to you. ”

Qin Qi paced to the two of them.

Qin Haiqiang looked at Qin Qi and handed her the small black box on the table.

In the past few days, he has been busy with the affairs of 'Seven Stars'.

He was very desperate, and he looked a little tired.

"Qiqi, you open it and take a look."

Qin Qi took the box and looked at him suspiciously:

"What is this?"

Qin Haiqiang pursed his lips, mentioning the past, his voice trembled a little:

"It's your mother's relics."

"Relic?"

Qin Qi frowned:

"Didn't all my mother's things be thrown away?"

Qin Haiqiang sighed secretly:

"You shouldn't remember, when the old lady took advantage of my absence, she drove you and Jiang Yun away."

"She was very ruthless at the time, and she did throw away Jiang Yun's things."

"However, there are still some small things that I haven't had time to throw."

"When I moved out of the Qin family, I took them with me by the way."

Shen Mei patted Qin Haiqiang's shoulder and looked at Qin Qi:

"Aren't you going to Kyoto soon?"

"Your dad just wanted to hand over these things to you quickly, and he felt more at ease."

Qin Qi's hand holding the box tightened slightly, and she slowly opened the box.

There are two things in it.

A small notebook and a pair of sunglasses.

Qin Qi stroked the notebook, and she opened the first page with trembling hands.

Above it is the mother's name.

Jiang Yun.

Shen Mei sighed secretly, she gently hugged Qin Qi's shoulder, touched her head, and whispered to reassure:

"You can't be resurrected after death, and I know you have deep feelings for your mother."

"However, Qiqi, you have to remember that no matter what time it is, Haiqiang and I are your backing."

She has no daughters.

Get along these days.

She had long regarded Qin Qi as her own.

Qin Qi's eyes were red, she looked at the two people in front of her, and her nose was pantothenic:

"Got it, thank you mom and father."

Qin Haiqiang patted her on the shoulder:

"Go upstairs and see what your mom wrote."

Shen Mei thought that Qin Qi was going to Kyoto soon, and her eyes were slightly red:

"Qiqi, when you go to Kyoto, you have to call us often."

Qin Qi narrowed his eyes and nodded:

"Don't worry, Mom, I will."

Soon, in the bedroom.

Qin Qi was lying on the pink bed, she rubbed the cover of the notebook, and she didn't dare to open it.

After a while, she gritted her teeth and turned the second page.

in the notebook.

It mainly records the mother's usual mood and some inspiration.

Qin Qi browsed slowly.

Soon, in the middle of the note, she captured a key piece of information.

It reads the formula for the X-type neurotoxin, as well as the word 'Blood Spirit'.

On that page.

Mother circled the word 'blood spirit' and drew an arrow pointing to a place name.

Qin Qi's heart was full of emotions.

She found that in the days that followed, her mother would go to that place often.

Seemingly.

At that time, my mother had already figured out the research direction of the antidote.

But.

At that time, my mother did not announce it to the public, what was she trying to hide?

Qin Qi put down his notebook and looked at the ceiling quietly.

She didn't fall asleep all night.

As for the pair of sunglasses, she simply didn't have time to study them.

The next day, Qin Qi went directly to the laboratory.

On the basis of Ding Yue's ointment formula, she added some anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving ingredients.

Three hours later, she made the ointment and ran straight to the hospital.

Qin Qi had just arrived at the door of the ward.

She looked through the glass and saw a harmonious scene inside.

Wen Xiaoxiao was wearing a hospital gown, her face was pale, and she was half-lying on the hospital bed.

In front of her was a small desk on the bed.

Wu Yan was dressed in casual clothes and sat lazily on the edge of the bed.

He was holding a pen and writing something in his notebook.

Soon, he handed the notebook to Wen Xiaoxiao and patiently explained it to her.

Wen Xiaoxiao bit the pen and nodded from time to time.

The picture is warm and harmonious.

Qin Qi hooked his lips and knocked lightly on the door.

The two looked at each other.

"Seventh Sister." Wen Xiaoxiao's cheeks flushed.

Wu Yan nodded slightly: "Seventh sister." ”

Qin Qi handed the ointment in his hand to Wen Xiaoxiao.

"Seventh sister, what is this?"

Wen Xiaoxiao looked puzzled.

In a small transparent bottle, there is a white ointment.

Wu Yan narrowed his eyes.

Seventh Sister is treating Xiaoxiao as her own family pet.

To know.

The personalized customized ointment made by Dr. Mi Shen is hard to find on the market.

Qin Qi glanced at the scar on Wen Xiaoxiao's arm.

It's a little better than yesterday.

Some of them have crusted over.

The effect of the healing pill is still good.

"It's an ointment, you apply it in the morning, noon and evening. With this pill, the pill is taken once a day. ”

As he spoke, Qin Qi handed half a bottle of healing pills to Wen Xiaoxiao.

Wen Xiaoxiao looked at Qin Qi in horror, she shook her head like a drum:

"Seventh sister, this little pill is 300,000 yuan a pill, I don't want it, it's too expensive."

This vial.

It got to be millions.

The seventh sister is good enough for her.

She can't take advantage of the seventh sister.

“……”

Qin Qi stared at her and sighed secretly.

Everyone else is riveting to take advantage of her.

She's good, honest and honest.

Foolish.

"You take it, I still have it here. You can give your grandma a few pills, and the healing medicine also has the effect of strengthening the body. ”

Qin Qi directly threw the healing pill into her hand, and turned to look at Wu Yan:

"You're in charge of taking care of her these days."

Wu Yan nodded, and his handsome face floated with a touch of warmth:

"Don't worry, leave it to me, Seventh Sister."

Qin Qi admonished a few times.

Fu Mochen had already arrived on the first floor of the hospital, and she turned around and left the ward.

Soon, inside the Phantom car.

In the quiet carriage, Qin Qi slowly recounted the contents of the notebook she saw last night.

Fu Mochen nodded from time to time, and a different color flashed on his handsome face:

"Kid, you're saying there's a high chance that there will be a lot of blood spirits in that place?"

Qin Qi nodded, his eyes slightly darkened:

"At that time, in addition to recording the blood spirit, my mother also recorded other antidote ingredients, which are exactly the same as the antidote ingredients I am studying now."

"I suspect that my mother's frequent visits to that village must have something to do with the blood spirit."

Mother is a very efficient person.

She doesn't usually do anything useless.

Fu Mochen pursed his lips, his dark eyes were deep:

"Kid, are you going to go there?"