Naland seemed to have seen her end through her eyes.

Lin Xiyuan was still calm. She glanced at Naland and said in a faint tone, "Doctor Naland is probably drunk too much."

Naland didn't say anything, but smiled mysteriously and disappeared into the boundless night. His back looked mysterious and depressed.

Lin Xiyuan looked at Naland's figure, squinted her eyes slightly, and then turned around and left.

Imperial capital.

Duanmuzhe's private plane was parked directly at the largest hospital in the imperial capital.

It was late at night, but Duanmuzhe was still receiving it personally by the dean.

Moreover, the dean and vice president personally performed Mo Qingyi's surgery.

The operation was very long and it was late at night again, so Duanmuzhe did not notify the elderly from both families.

After the operation was over, it was already dawn.

The dean looked at Duanmu Zhe with a heavy expression and said, "Mr. Duanmu, Miss Mo's life has been temporarily saved, but the chance of waking up is very small. You must be mentally prepared."

The information in this sentence was very informative, which made Duanmuzhe unable to react for a moment.

"Dean, how small is the chance? Just tell me directly!" Duanmuzhe tried to remain calm.

The dean sighed, "Although Miss Mo is temporarily out of danger, the toxicity has spread throughout the body, and all the organs in the body have failed. She is very likely to... at any time..." The rest of the words are self-evident.

"Director, please save her! As long as you can save her, I am willing to give everything I have." Duanmuzhe, who has always only kneeled on his parents in heaven and earth, knelt down to the dean for the first time in his life.

"Mr. Duanmu, get up quickly." The dean quickly helped Duanmuzhe up, "It's really not that we don't help, it's because we're powerless. Miss Duanmu not only suffered a gunshot wound, but also suffered a rare virus..."

Virus?

Duanmuzhe frowned slightly, grabbed the point, and looked at the dean, "Didn't Qingqing suffer a gunshot wound? How could she be poisoned?" Moreover, when he was in the medical room, Naland only said that Mo Qingyi was shot wounded, and did not say that she was poisoned.

The dean looked at the report in his hand and continued.

"This is a rare virus that grows in the snow-capped mountains. Generally, it is rarely infected with the human body. It is difficult to detect during the incubation period. It must be detected through blood tests. It usually looks no different from ordinary people. Moreover, according to our observation, Miss Mo has been poisoned for a long time, which is also the reason why she has not given birth to a child for many years."

Duanmu Zhe's face gradually became colder.

He was careless and had been sleeping with Mo Qingyi for so many years, but he didn't even know that Mo Qingyi was poisoned.

He is not a good husband.

Who is so deliberate about Mo Qingyi?

"Where did you think that virus comes from?" Duanmuzhe suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the dean.

"Snow Mountain." The dean looked serious.

Snow Mountain?

In this supernatural world, there are really not many people who can cross the snow-capped mountains and have had a holiday with Mo Qingyi.

"When did Qingqing get this virus?" Duanmuzhe continued.

The dean thought for a while and said, "It was about four or five years ago."

Four or five years ago.

Duanmuzhe frowned slightly, and two words suddenly appeared in his mind.

Xihe.

Four or five years ago, Xihe was not dead yet, and he joined the army and became a military doctor.

Perhaps it was during that time that Mo Qingyi was infected with this virus in the army.

At that time, Xihe was a military doctor, and it would be very easy if she wanted to do something.

Moreover, the only one who doesn’t want Mo Qingyi to have a child and holds such a hatred for Mo Qingyi is Xihe.

Unexpectedly, Xihe was already dead and left such great troubles.

Duanmuzhe clenched his fists and smashed it hard on the wall, his eyes red.

The dean sighed, "Mr. Duanmu, there is no way out, don't worry, there is another person who may be able to help you."

"Who?" Duanmuzhe seemed to have grabbed the last life-saving straw and looked up at the dean.

The dean looked at Duanmuzhe and slowly uttered three words, "Mrs. Nine."

Four years ago, Chu Jin pulled Duanmu Sheng back from the God of Death. At that time, the dean cooperated with Chu Jin to complete the operation.

Chu Jin is skilled in medical skills. At this time, the only person the dean can think of is her.

No one can save Mo Qingyi except her.

Duanmu Zhe was too sad and didn't think of Chu Jin at all. Now, his eyes lit up and he looked at the dean with hope, "You are right, maybe Jiushao can be clear."

After saying that, Duanmuzhe called to notify the parents of both parties.

When Mrs. Mo received the call, she almost fainted.

The situation at Duanmu family is also very bad.

In the early morning, the two families rushed to the hospital without even having breakfast.

Zhou Jin and Mrs. Mo arrived together.

Duanmu Canghai is on a business trip and is now rushing home.

"Xiaozhe, how about Qingqing? What did the doctor say?" Zhou Jin and Mrs. Mo walked to Duanmuzhe and asked nervously.

After not sleeping for a night, Duanmuzhe's face was exhausted. "The situation is very bad. The doctor said that the chance of waking up is very small. Where is the Jiushi? Now the only one who can save Qingqing is the only one."

Mrs. Mo sighed, "Xiaozhe, don't worry, I have informed you, Sister Ninth, and the others. They are rushing back now. I guess it will be here in a short time. Let's go and see Qingqing first." Tears flashed in Mrs. Mo's eyes.

Duanmuzhe nodded, "I'll take you there now."

Mo Qingyi lives in the ICU ward. Duanmuzhe first took the two old men to change into sterilization clothes, and then walked into the ICU.

Mo Qingyi was lying on the hospital bed, with tubes all over his body, like a human-shaped puppet, without any vitality.

"Qingqing." Mrs. Mo swallowed and said.

Zhou Jin was also red and swollen with his eyes.

Mo Qingyi is so lively and jumping around, but now he becomes like this. Anyone who sees him will feel sad.

The visit time of icu was limited, and the three of them quickly came out of the ward, looking at each other speechlessly, just wiping their tears secretly.

It was almost afternoon when Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan arrived.

They came back directly on the aircraft, otherwise they wouldn't have been so fast, and they didn't even go back home and headed straight to the hospital.

Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan walked in front, and two little guys ran behind.

"Brother Jiu, Sister Jiu!" Seeing the visitor, Duanmuzhe stood up excitedly.

"What the hell is going on?" Mo Zhixuan frowned slightly, and the chill in his eyes was very deep.

Duanmuzhe's face was filled with guilt, "This is the thing..." Duanmuzhe told Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan word by word, and the incident of Mo Qingyi being poisoned.

Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan's faces were also very ugly.

After all, the person lying on the hospital bed was their sister.

The only sister.

"Grandma!" Baby Beibei ran to Mrs. Mo.

"Grandma, why are you crying?" Beibei stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of Mrs. Mo's eyes.

"Grandma, be good, don't cry. Who bullies grandma? Tell the baby, let me avenge my grandma!" The baby was also comforting Mrs. Mo.

The two little guys look like adults.

"Grandma is fine." Mrs. Mo wiped away her tears and tried hard to squeeze out a smile, "Have you both eaten? Are you hungry now?" Seeing the two cute little guys, Mrs. Mo's heart suddenly felt much better.

"Grandma, we are not hungry." Beibei shook her head sensible.

The baby also said, "Yes, we are not hungry, grandma don't have to worry."

Although the baby and Beibei didn't know what was going on, they could feel that this matter should be very serious, otherwise the parents wouldn't have rushed back so quickly, and grandma wouldn't have cried so sadly.

At this time, even if they are really hungry, they have to endure it.

Zhou Jin looked at the two little cuties surrounding Mrs. Mo, and envious eyes appeared in his eyes.

These two little guys are so cute, I would have like to have these two little cuties myself.

pity……

After Duanmuzhe finished talking about the whole thing, Chu Jin locked his eyebrows and said, "Go and ask the dean to bring the virus report to me." Not long ago, Chu Jin took Mo Qingyi's pulse, but at that time, Mo Qingyi's physical indicators were normal and there was no inappropriate point.

Unless something triggers the virus in her body, this will cause the disease.

"Okay." Duanmuzhe nodded and turned around and walked towards the dean's office.

Zhou Jin walked to Chu Jin and spoke hoarsely, "Madam Jiu, I'll ask you for everything. Please save Qingqing..." At the end of his speech, Zhou Jin was already crying and bowed deeply to Chu Jin.

Chu Jin quickly helped Zhou Jin up, "Don't worry, Qingqing is my only sister, I will definitely do my best to save her."
To be continued...