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

Although Ming Nuan is not a doctor.

But it can be seen from the strong black aura on my mother.

If it weren't for all these years, Qiao Yan and his team would have been able to make money and use expensive drugs and medical teams to keep her life.

She had been gone for a long time.

"Don't worry, Mom."

Ming Nuan said softly: "Give me a little more time, and I will be able to stay with you forever and slowly sort out the bad luck that has befallen you."

It was in this ward that Ming Nuan talked a lot with Gu Mingzhu.

If she hadn't considered that Mo Shiyan was still outside, she might have spent more time here.

Qiao Yan was waiting outside anxiously.

He wanted Ming Nuan and Aunt Gu to meet as soon as possible.

But I'm worried about what will happen after we meet.

Ming Nuan will resent Aunt Gu.

I was also worried that Aunt Gu would find out what Ming Shengtian and Fang Hong had done after she woke up.

I will regret leaving Ming Nuan in such a place.

Aunt Gu was already weak, and the few times she had the chance to wake up, she only lasted a few minutes.

And in those few minutes of wakefulness, besides making some important decisions.

What she was most worried about was her daughter Ming Nuan.

Just when Qiao Yan couldn't help but let his thoughts run wild.

The door to the ward was pushed open.

"Sister!" Qiao Yan stood up immediately, "How is it?"

"Very serious."

Ming Nuan said softly, "I have to live here."

"Take care of my mother."

Qiao Yan frowned immediately, "There are professional doctors here."

"And if you don't go back, I'm afraid that old beast will find something wrong."

"Don't worry about that." Ming Nuan didn't intend to explain her abilities to him in detail. "Mo Shiyan and I came out this time to lure the snake out of its hole."

Ming Nuan looked at her palm and said, "We are now abroad."

"The person who is most anxious and can't sit still is probably going to take action."

Qiao Yan's eyes moved slightly.

at the same time.

In an underground laboratory with extremely low temperature.

An old man with gray hair, strangely stretched wrinkles on his face and an overly rosy complexion took off his blood-stained medical gloves expressionlessly.

"Mr. Chen."

He just sat down.

A young girl nearby brought a basin of clean water and said, "Please wash your hands."

Take a closer look.

The girl holding the basin of water was trembling all over, but even so, her hands holding the basin did not tremble at all.

There were no ripples on the surface of the basin.

She lowered her head tightly, not daring to look up at the person sitting there.

Mr. Chen, whose real name is Chen Song, has become more and more powerful, but as his power has grown, no one dares to call him by his real name anymore.

The stool he was sitting on was also of a strange shape.

The girl holding the basin of water just glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

He lowered his head even lower.

This stool is golden yellow.

Chen Song is such a weirdo!

He actually built himself a dragon throne that only ancient emperors would sit on in this torturous underground laboratory!

The heartbeat became more and more intense.

Just as my heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

She heard an old voice coming from the side that didn't quite match her face.

"Recognize it?"

The girl's heart skipped a beat.

The limbs went limp.

He almost knocked the basin over.

The strong smell of blood almost overwhelmed her sanity.

She fell to her knees with a thump.

"Mr. Chen, spare my life!"

The water splashed on her body.

"I didn't see anything!"

But Mr. Chen laughed.

The next moment, he reached out and pinched her face, forcing her to look up.

"newcomer?"

After thinking for a while, he added, "Chinese?"