The Virus Strikes: Gifted Teens and Girls

Chapter 169 Nangong Yaya 7
On the two computers, the advanced defense behind these advanced things is so vulnerable.

However, after searching for a long time, there is no trace of the seven-color flower.

Seven-color flower, according to Liu Hanyan's medical records, is a flower with only seven petals, each petal is a color, and it first appeared in ancient times.

At that time, the seven-color flowers were the same as roses, representing love and admiration, and were usually given to men and women in love.

But this kind of flower is hard to get, it is extremely rare, there is no fixed place to grow, and it can be used as medicinal material, so it is very precious, so the couple who give it to each other must love it like bone marrow.

It was not recorded many years ago and is very likely extinct.

But since there is this substance in the BOSS virus, it must still exist, but to find it is harder than reaching the sky, and there is no clue at all.

After flipping through the internal documents of [-] plant protection organizations in China, Ling Yang collapsed on the chair, staring at the ceiling with a blank expression on his face.

Damn, there are three hundred families, tens of thousands of rare plants, her eyes are dazzled, and she has no clue at all.

Seeing this, Qin Feiye also stopped operating, rubbed the space between his brows, and took a short rest.

The computer room was silent.

After a while, Qin Feiye looked at Ling Yang who seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, and said calmly, "Go back and rest, don't be too tired."

Quiet.

"Yangyang?"

Qin Feiye raised his gentle voice a little.

The only response to him was the wind whistling outside the window, and the computer room was completely quiet.

His complexion suddenly changed, Qin Feiye got up suddenly, and walked to Ling Yang's side.

Without hesitation, he hugged her body horizontally and walked out quickly.

On the handsome face, the brows were tightly frowned.

The person in his arms seemed to be sleeping peacefully, quietly, just like a baby.

However, no matter how shaken she was, her eyes did not open.

"Liu Hanyan, come out for me."

After a while, Qin Feiye's earth-shattering shout came from the infirmary.

Liu Hanyan, who was doing research inside, shook his hand, and a needle stuck in his finger.

"Ouch." With a wail, a stream of bright red overflowed.

Liu Hanyan wiped off the blood in a hurry, and the poison didn't go away, so he put a Band-Aid on it, and rolled out without stopping.

"What's the matter?" Before the person arrived, the voice came first, Liu Hanyan was less and less calm and serious as a doctor.

Qin Feiye put Ling Yang on a patient-only sofa in the infirmary, looked at her anxiously, and replied without raising his head, "Yangyang passed out again."

Just as Liu Hanyan stepped out, his heart turned cold when he heard the words, and his face became serious. He hurriedly took some medical equipment, walked to Ling Yang, and began to check carefully.

Qin Feiye didn't speak, but stood quietly by the side, his brows never stretched, and there were too many colors in the eyes looking at Ling Yang.

Gentle, distressed, worried, afraid.

All kinds of complicated expressions appeared at this moment. Only in front of Ling Yang, only in front of the woman in front of him, would he show these expressions that he had never shown before at his age.

Liu Hanyan checked anxiously, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

"It's still the same illness, and I will wake up soon." Although he breathed a sigh of relief, his words were very heavy.

"Is it serious?" Qin Feiye asked coldly, but he didn't look at Liu Hanyan, his eyes were still fixed on Ling Yang.

(End of this chapter)