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Chapter 1622 The Choice Between Death and Life (2)

white smoke...

It turned out to be white smoke! !

It was exactly the same as the scene back then.

When the poison made by the other party that I helped the professor verify with my own hands back then, when it entered the instrument to decompose its inner substance, it usually appeared the same!
A somewhat surprised voice came from behind: "This blood is red and blue!?"

Song Yan turned around suddenly.

The little white mouse that was taught as the experimental subject back then flashed across his mind, and the last blood turned blue just like now.

All the scenes are like replaying the past, and all the scenes in front of them are telling Song Yan the coming and going of this poison. The facts are like a thousand weights in front of him. Before Song Yan can breathe a sigh of relief, he is already vicious Throw it towards him!
Yang Moyan was the first to realize what was wrong with him, strode over, and directly pressed his arm: "Song Yan!?"

Song Yan was panting fiercely, only at this moment did he realize that his whole body was trembling.

He tried hard to control it, but he didn't have that ability at all.

But Yang Moyan only asked him one sentence: "Can this poison be cured?"

Song Yan didn't dare to say whether it could be solved, because after the poison was researched by the professor, an accidental laboratory explosion caused the professor to recuperate for three years without accepting any experiments. There is no real antidote, Song Yan doesn't know!
But he has a prescription in his hand that can relieve the pain to a certain extent.

But that prescription... that prescription...

Song Yan shook his lips, unable to speak.

Yang Moyan seemed to know something, a pair of dark green eyes, with a piercing cold current, swept over everyone in this room, and cast an irresistible pressure: "Get out."

Three short words.

Everyone was startled at first.

But no one can help the scene in front of him.

In an instant, some people who wanted to say something at first retreated one after another.

The room was empty for a moment.

The young man on the bed continued to fall into a lethargic sleep, his face was so pale that it made people worry, and the corners of his lips had oxidized blue blood, presenting a weird visual feast...

Song Yan said in a low voice: "Yang Moyan, please keep calm before I say some pictures."

Yang Moyan took a step back, kept a certain distance from him, and said lightly, "Say it."

Song Yan twitched the corners of his lips: "You should know that before I was a teacher, I once assisted a professor for three years, learning and asking for advice from him."

Yang Moyan looked at him with a pair of eyes, without interrupting.

Song Yandao: "The series of reactions of Lin Zhaoxia's poison reminded me of the new poison that the laboratory professor had researched..."

Yang Moyan said, "I need an antidote."

"That's what I'm going to say next," Song Yan took a deep breath, he smelled the strong smell of blood and this inexplicable smell that seemed like a chemical substance, and he tightened his grip Holding the small needle in his palm tightly, "After the new type of poison was researched, there was an unexpected explosion in the laboratory. The professor stopped doing any experiments for three years, so I don't know if there is any antidote for this poison..."

Before he finished speaking, the man who was covered in cold air had already stepped forward, his dark green pupils contained the glacier cold current of the arctic storm, stabbing straight at him, every word said, "You, say, what?" , what!?"

"I said!" There is nothing to hide about this matter, because this is a matter of life, and it is related to the life of the young man!Song Yan almost growled and said, "I don't have an antidote for this poison, and I don't know about it in the laboratory!"

(End of this chapter)