His wife is so sweet

Chapter 869 The Long Disappearance (6)

"Yiyi, stop talking. If he wants to lie down like this, let him lie down!"

Yu Zhanchen suddenly gritted his teeth and pulled Mu Yi away, as if suddenly annoyed.

"Less less, you..."

Mu Yi frowned, and had no choice but to be pulled up by Yu Zhanchen, and followed him out of the ward.

I was seeing Ling Xi who was following Zhan Xian.

Seeing her wrist being pulled by Yu Zhanchen, his expression changed slightly, and he stood still and stared at them.

Feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, Muyi pulled his wrist out of Yu Zhanchen's hand, and subconsciously took two steps back.

"How about Qianyan?"

Zhan Xian coughed, as if he had aged a lot overnight.

Zhan Qianyan has been in a coma for half a month, and he still hasn't woken up.

"I just woke up, but..."

Thinking of Zhan Qianyan's state, Mu Yi's eyes turned red again.

th.

He looked like he wanted to die with Yan Manman.

Hearing Mu Yi's words, Zhan Xian's eyes widened instantly, and he took a few steps forward tremblingly.

"Master, please slow down."

Ling Xi quickly reached out to support him, and walked into the ward with him.

Zhan Xian was supported by Ling Xi to stand by the hospital bed, and then Ling Xi quickly moved a chair from the side.

Zhan Xian waved his hands and sat down directly on the edge of the hospital bed.

Seeing Zhan Qianyan staring blankly, he finally understood why Mu Yi was hesitant to speak just now.

"Qianyan, grandpa will live soon, and he doesn't want to watch his relatives leave one by one.

I have already lost Manman, do you want me to lose my last relative?"

Zhan Xian's voice was old and weak.

But what was revealed in the words surprised Ling Xi.

What is the last relative?
Could it be that Zhan Qingyu, Zhan Qingze and their parents are fake?
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In a laboratory in country b
"How's it going?"

A man in a white coat and a mask walked in from the door, staring at a girl lying on a bed.

The girl wore a transparent oxygen mask on her face, and her long eyelashes covered her eyelids, as if she was in a deep sleep.

"Tried a lot of things to no avail.

Why not just dissect her to see the specific situation?

The cost of treatment is far greater than dissection. "

A similarly dressed man standing next to the test bed complained.

A cold look flashed in the eyes of the man who just came in, and his voice was majestic, "The above explained, you dare to try to touch her?"

"Director, what is the identity of this woman that made the higher up take so much trouble?"

Another thinner man rolled his eyes and asked curiously.

Memory loss disorder was unheard of and unseen before.

For them, if the people above hadn't specifically told her not to hurt this woman, they would have cut her brain open and studied it long ago.

"That's not what you should know."

The man known as the director glared at him, apparently not intending to say anything.

"But it's been half a month, and I still have no clue.

We have tried everything we can. If this continues, she may fall into a deep sleep forever, which is even more pathetic than a vegetative state. "

The thin man had no drive.

"This is from the royal family.

Put away your thoughts that you shouldn't have.

If there is any problem with this woman, let alone funding, our laboratory may not be able to keep it.

Don't talk nonsense, give me more attention. "

The man left after speaking.

At this time, no one noticed that the fingertips of the girl lying on the experimental bed moved slightly...

(End of this chapter)