I can see luck! People who get married in a vegetative state make crazy money

at the same time.

Chen Song had no idea that Ming Nuan had returned. He was currently lying on the bed coughing violently.

Everyone in the room was trembling with fear.

The person who was coughing was obviously Chen Song.

But these people look like they are sick.

Bang!

The water glass on the table was smashed into pieces.

Chen Song covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and the pair of eyes that were exposed were fierce and gloomy.

Without taking off the handkerchief, Chen Song already knew that there must be blood on his hands and the handkerchief.

The fishy smell went straight to my throat.

His eyes were bloodshot, his thin shoulders kept shaking, and the two bones on his shoulders seemed to be sticking out of the flesh.

It made him look like a skeleton.

Just a few days.

His condition deteriorated rapidly.

The only sound in the whole room was Chen Song's terminally ill gasping. His lips were pale, and he looked like a ghost who was determined to drag a few people down with him before he died.

"Has Qin not prepared the medicine yet?" Chen Song's hands, which were resting on the table, were bent violently, his knuckles becoming pale and tense from exerting so much force.

"No, no, but, but it should be soon!" The stammering answers from the people around him did not make Chen Song feel better, but made him even more violent.

He picked up the ashtray next to him and smashed it on the head of the person who answered him.

Blood soon gushed out along with the splattered glass shards.

The man only dared to cover his head, not daring to let out even a cry of pain.

Chen Song stumbled to his feet. His condition was worsening much faster than he had imagined.

Obviously that bitch is dead, and Mo Shiyan is also dead.

Everything should be fine.

"Doctor Qin said that there will be new medicine soon."

The man holding his head gasped and said, "Doctor Qin said that as long as there are more test subjects, there will be new drugs soon. It's really just a matter of time before we can get it done."

"Experimental subject?"

"Haven't I already given him a lot?"

But this time Chen Song did not accept this statement.

"Go and bring him here!"

"I'm going to kill him!"

He struggled to get up, his face distorted horribly.

But at this moment.

The door to the room was opened.

Doctor Qin walked in with a pale face. He looked at Chen Song, who had a murderous look on his face, and a very forced smile appeared on his face.

"List……"

Not waiting for him to speak.

Chen Song had already seen the injection in his hand.

Chen Song's eyes suddenly lit up, as if a person who had already accepted that he was going to drown suddenly saw a piece of driftwood.

“Is it a new drug?”

He stared at Dr. Qin, as if he would rush over and strangle him to death if he shook his head.

Doctor Qin swallowed and said, "Yes, yes."

"I'll help you fight."

There was sweat on Doctor Qin's forehead.

Chen Song, who was already half dead from illness, immediately rolled up his sleeves.

"Although it's just a trial of the medicine, it will be effective."

He swallowed.

He remained calm and injected the medicine into Chen Song's body.

Once the medicine enters the body.

I don’t know if it’s Chen Song’s psychological effect, but he does feel a little better.

Leaning on the sofa, Chen Song took a slow, deep breath.

Finally calmed down.

He looked at Dr. Qin coldly, his back already wet with sweat.

"I heard you're still short of some test subjects?"

Doctor Qin nodded immediately, "But I know that this kind of thing can only be done slowly. It's okay, I..."

But then he heard Chen Song suddenly sneer.

"A new batch of test subjects will be sent to you, don't worry."

Doctor Qin was stunned at first.

Then he shuddered suddenly.

Is he serious?

It’s been less than a week since the last time I gave it to someone!

With such a high frequency, something bad will happen, right?