High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 1627 Or, it's him

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Zhaoxia half-knocked her eyes, and felt a little sleepy at this moment. She squinted her eyes and looked at everyone in the room: "I'm fine, I don't need to stay here, just go do my own thing."

Everyone has no opinion, after all, everyone has something that needs to be dealt with urgently.

After saying goodbye one after another, discussing things in the group or calling directly, they left.

The last one to step out of this room was Ye Jin.

He looked hesitantly at the young man who was leaning against the head of the bed and seemed to have fallen asleep with his eyes closed, and his eyes fell on Yang Moyan: "If there is something, tell me."

"It's nothing." Yang Moyan said with a blank expression.

Ye Jin smiled silently, and the moment she regained consciousness, the curve of her lips dropped.

This kind of taste is really uncomfortable.

The door of the room was closed, and only Song Yan and Yang Moyan were left standing in the room.

Song Yan packed up the medicine box and planned to go back. At this time, the boy who seemed to be in a sleep state opened his eyes again, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong with me?"

It was Yang Moyan who answered her: "You are fine."

"Lying," Lin Zhaoxia rolled her eyes, "As a patient, I have the right to know what's wrong with me."

Yang Moyan paused upon hearing this.

Seeing that Yang Moyan didn't answer, Lin Zhaoxia looked up at Song Yan: "Song Yan, you are a doctor, and a doctor must not hide anything from the patient."

Song Yan opened his mouth slightly, but looked at Yang Moyan subconsciously.

This matter... it seems that he can't decide.

Lin Zhaoxia saw the meaning, and smiled with some ambiguity: "It's serious, so you didn't say it right? Don't think that I can't vaguely guess it if you don't tell me. If you say I was poisoned, I'm afraid the poison is not a simple one. of."

Song Yan had to sigh, this young man was so smart that sometimes he even had to put it down.

Song Yan sighed, turned his eyes to Yang Moyan, saw that the other party was silent, and didn't seem to intend to say anything, he could only look back at the young man, and sighed again: "Yes, your poison is indeed different. I only have the antidote in my hands, give me some time, and I will deliver the antidote to you, don't worry, with me, Song Yan, your life is at stake."

Lin Zhaoxia raised her hand and pinched the center of her eyebrows. She was extremely tired, and she had no time to worry about other things. She just said it in a very low, half-joking tone: "Lin Zhaoxia cherishes her life..."

Hua Luo raised his hand and pulled the quilt, slid down, closed his eyes, and fell asleep with a long breath.

But I don't know, these words made the color in Yang Moyan's eyes darken a bit...
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After calming down completely, Yang Moyan asked Song Yan about the source of the poison Song Yan said: "You said this poison came from the professor's laboratory?"

Outside the door of the room, Yang Moyan leaned against the wall and looked at Song Yan quietly.

Song Yan carried his medicine box on his back, "Yes."

"Does anyone besides you know about this poison?"

After hearing the words, Song Yan thought about it carefully, and after confirming that there were no lost memories, he nodded and gave Yang Moyan an affirmative answer: "Only me, there is no third party."

Yang Moyan threw out the last words, which was also the last biggest doubt: "Then, could this poison be passed on by the professor, or was he... arranged by himself?"

Song Yan was startled by his words.

(End of this chapter)