Ancient holy beasts in the wealthy

Professor Feng excitedly came in front of Xin Zhu, and a bunch of creases appeared on his face that seemed to have been stretched: "Look."

Xin Zhu narrowed his eyes, took a thick stack of documents, and flipped through them.

He couldn't understand the equations and experiments in the middle, as well as the subsequent clinical plan, so he flipped to the last page to check the conclusion with a flustered expression.

Professor Feng happily said: "Good thing, I found that different locations of the plant can treat different tumors."

"Like Duheng grass, the immature fruit can treat tumors, the leaves are used to slow down the spread, and the flowers inhibit recurrence and metastasis..."

"And this category can only treat internal organs, but not for intracranial tumors such as brain cancer."

Professor Feng spoke eloquently, and the process was full of joy and excitement.

Xin Zhu nodded: "Well, not bad."

Professor Feng's eyes were shining with fiery light, like two suns: "It's so right to come here!"

He actually produced a medicine that crossed the era. You must know that malignant tumors are still a disease with the highest mortality rate today.

Even if there is only a 50.00% cure rate now, and not all cancers are curable.

Still a major breakthrough in medicine.

Even this kind of achievement may win the international Hobel Prize.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, Professor Feng grinned: "Take this and look at it. If there is anything you don't understand, ask Xunlu."

Qi Lu is the rabbit spirit who is afraid of being stripped of his vest.

He is also a top student among fairies.

Xin Zhu nodded: "Yes, if you try to add springs and mountains, the cure rate may increase."

"I'll try it," Professor Feng hurriedly scraped it away, "Leave the certification to you, and I'll prepare the clinical medicine!"

Xin Zhu froze for a moment, the smile on the corner of her mouth gradually deepened: "This is pretty good."

The principal who was watching stood in a daze.

He even wondered if he was deliberately acting for him just now.

But he already has almost nothing, what reason do people have to deceive him?He doesn't even have the right to be cheated.

If this is true, then this day will surely be a rich history.

Breathing gradually became short, the principal said: "What is the cure rate?"

Xin Zhu turned to that page, "Half."

Baby Pixiu smiled, and his eyes were bright and clear: "Then after adding spring and landscape water, it can be increased to 80.00%?"

The lucky beast Pixiu speculates uncertainly, he feels that even if it doesn't reach 100%, it must not be low.

After all, the priest's healing technique itself can completely cure the tumor.

Xin Zhu handed over the information: "Give it to the pastor, let him find time to help in the laboratory recently."

Baby Pixiu nodded vigorously, holding a thick document: "Yeah, boss!"

The principal took a deep breath, his dry eyes overflowed with a mist of excitement: "When will this medicine be on the market, I can..."

Xin Zhu glanced at him, pondered for a moment and said, "Five months at the latest, two months at the earliest."

The clinical time of tumors should be relatively long.

And the medicine needs further improvement.

The pupils vibrated slightly, and the principal opened his mouth, his voice hoarse: "Clinical! We want clinical experiments!"

His mother will not live for five months, and the doctor said his mother is only two months old.

And because it is stomach cancer, my mother suffers from severe pain every day.

A glimmer of hope is also good.

The man blushed, his eyes were full of tears, his lips were tightly pressed, his eyes full of despair overflowed with a little light of hope.

He held his breath, as if waiting, waiting for the sentence of death, or the redemption from the gods.

Xin Zhu felt that if he shook his head, this straight man would collapse.

Nodding her head, Xin Zhu said lightly, "Yes."

He said to put her in the nursing home.

The headmaster thanked her with red eyes, left behind the imperial green artwork, and hurried to arrange to pick up his mother.

Xin Zhu summoned No. 931 and asked him to send two subordinates to accompany the principal.

Professor Feng's research results, the pastor immediately read the information after receiving it, and Du Bing was combing Philip's hair: "What's wrong? I'm very happy?"

The pastor cheerfully pointed to the information: "There is a medicine to treat malignant tumors, and the results are good."

Zhou Jinyan: "What is the current cure rate?"

The pastor said: "50.00%, if you want to do a clinical trial, the data is probably not up to standard."

Baby Pixiu grinned and said: "So, I'll send this to you. In the past few days, little brother Lu took the time to go to the laboratory."

Priest:"…………"

The pastor nodded dumbfoundingly: "Okay, I see."

Du Bing gradually stopped what he was doing, and stared at the material with straight eyes: "Did you develop a medicine?! Cure cancer?"

"That's right, only we at Daquanshan don't want to be cured. There is no disease that we can't cure."

This is a big word.

Baby Pixiu stands proudly with its chest up and head up.

Du Bing took a deep breath: "How is it different from my treatment plan?"

The pastor thought for a while and said, "One technology comes from the West, and the other achievement comes from the ancient East."

This is actually a competition between Western fantasy and Eastern fantasy.

Probably not purely human anyway.

After the principal left, a mother and son and Qiongqi came to find him. Xin Zhu blinked and said with a smile: "It's just in time."

The mother and son exchanged a few words, and sat obediently with Shurong, next to Qiongqi.

His hands were clenched tightly, and his eyes were lowered as if nervous.

Hesitating to speak, he glanced at Qiongqi, a school scumbag, and Shurong sighed quietly, and made a decision: If Qiongqi was scolded, he would explain it to him.

He Shurong easily got full marks in the class quiz yesterday, and his deskmate became the bottom one in the class.

With a red cross, the paper is simply unsightly.

In his impression, children who do not study well will be abandoned by their parents.

He made up with Shurong many grievances and grievances of wealthy families, but everything did not develop according to the script he designed, and the tablemate who dragged [-] to [-] was not crazy at all.

Qiongqi's arrogant look was fleeting, and his smile seemed to bloom brightly: "Boss! This is my exam paper!"

On it was a bright red thirty.

It's weird to stay with Shu Rong.Don't you have a sense of crisis at the same table?

The next second, he raised his heart, Xueba stared at Xin Zhu closely, for fear that this wealthy family would do something irrational.

However, Qiongqi was very proud. He pointed to the [-] roll: "Look! Boss! I have all grades!"

Xin Zhu patted his head: "You did a good job, keep working hard and try to pass the exam as soon as possible."

"Hahaha, um!" Qiongqi yelled.

He patted his heart and began to express his determination: "I will definitely give back sixty points to the boss for this final exam!"

Daquanshan takes Xinzhu as an example, and sixty points is the boss's standard, so the positioning is very ideal.

Translated, it means to surpass Xin Zhu and become a top student.

He Shurong: "..."

He Shurong: "???"

I don't really understand how you rich people think.Could it be that the giants are killing you?

But does he need to remind him to score 72 points to pass?

Xin Zhu got up and greeted the three of them: "Let's go, I just asked the fat uncle to prepare, let's go eat the seafood set meal together."

The woman froze for a moment, her pupils flickered slightly: fat...uncle...

This word is very familiar, it can even be said to go deep into the bone marrow, engraved in the depths of her mind and she dare not touch it.

In those green years, her man was what others called the fat uncle, and the kids next door would always call him "fat uncle fat uncle".

The woman's heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and she lowered her head silently: No, it can't be such a coincidence.

That person should still be at the beach.

She has no face to see him.

Along the way, he was out of his mind, causing He Shurong to glance at each other worriedly: "Mom? Your complexion is not very good?"

The woman forced a smile, waved her hand and said, "I'm fine, I have to get along well with my classmates."

The woman who pretended to be calm meets the person she will never forget.

All the camouflage was removed instantly, her tears fell silently, her lips squirmed and she couldn't even say anything.

Why, why is he here, he is still as cute as before, but...

Time has smoothed everything out, he may have already forgotten her.

The fat uncle who was placing the beer box heard the movement, and the first thing he saw was the "brilliant" Xin Zhu: "Coming?"

Xin Zhu greeted him with a smile: "Have I come early? I'm thinking about not eating for a few days."

"Hahaha, this is your shop, I will do it whenever I come."

Xin Zhu showed a meaningful smile: "Well, I brought two people here this time, I hope you can help take care of it."

He casually pointed backwards, and the fat man grinned for a look, then his expression froze suddenly.

Is it old, my wife...? !

His eyes gradually turned red, and the fat uncle turned his head with a tense face.

The beautiful eyes dimmed, the woman quickly wiped the corners of her eyes to calm down her emotions, turned her gaze to the seaside restaurant next to her, and blinked in a daze.

It's [-]% like the small shop they used to be. Why does this man still retain this familiarity? Could it be because of her?

With a secret tut, Xin Zhu's smile deepened, and she took the time to be a melon-eating crowd.

He Shurong didn't understand, so he frowned and said, "Mom?"

The fat uncle gasped suddenly, turned his head and stared at He Shurong: "What do you call her?"

He Shurong felt that this man was a little close, and at the same time made people afraid: "This is my mother, uncle, what do you want?"

One sentence completely shattered all the psychological construction of the woman, and she knelt down with her face covered in tears.

He Shurong was panicked and confused: "Mom, what's wrong with you?!"

Qiongqi puts his pocket in one hand and gnaws a red carrot with the other, honestly imitating Xin Zhu and being a passerby.

The fat uncle came slowly, squatted down, and handed the woman a tissue: "Did you forget what I said, hold on for three seconds, wipe it off first."

The woman raised her eyes slightly, and said after a while: "He brother."

It's been 16 years since the sound.

The fat uncle tried his best to open his eyes wide, the eyeballs were bloodshot, and he kept his face sullen to keep his tears from streaming down.

As if He Shurong had been hit hard, he subconsciously took half a step back, Brother He? ?

He only knew that his mother had put a lot of effort into getting him to inherit the word "He", and he also guessed that it might be his father's surname.

Staring blankly at the fat uncle, He Shurong's mind was buzzing, his expression was blank: So this is my dad?

Xin Zhu showed a faint smile and beckoned.

Qiong Qi leaned closer: "Boss?"

"Go back." Xin Zhu floated away, Qiongqi looked left and right, followed happily.

As for the same table, hey, cry while crying, where is the boss important.

This family is estimated to cry for a long time.

Unable to eat at the seaside restaurant, Xin Zhu took Qiongqi to Quanshan restaurant and ordered a large table of delicious food.

Baby Taotie sniffed his breath and pouted in aggrieved way: "Brother Xin!"

The small voice seems to have a crying voice.

Brother Xin not only refuses to call him out to play, but also takes his mortal enemy Qiongqi to eat alone, which is a double blow to the gluttonous baby.

I feel wronged, so sad.

Xin Zhu stroked his little curly hair in a funny way: "Let's go together."

Pouting his lips, the Taotie baby let out a "hmm".

After eating and drinking enough, the gluttonous baby immediately revived with full blood, chattering behind Xin Zhu, praising the deliciousness of the food.

Xin Zhu was playing a game with a salted fish, Feng Shu came to find him.

Xin Zhu raised her eyebrows suspiciously: "You mean that there are many missing children in Yayu City?"

Feng Shu nodded: "The superior has entrusted us with this task."

Special events are the responsibility of the special department.

He rubbed his face embarrassingly: "Master, my team leader took over this task, but was injured, look at this..."

After thinking for a moment, Xin Zhu nodded: "Well, take it."

Had he seen the word "Yayu" somewhere, Mr. Xin frowned suspiciously.

System: "Yes, in the novel."

"The plot of the novel is that a murderer claims that he is the incarnation of a god, and wants to celebrate the god's birthday with 99 children."

"It was finally dealt with with a single shot, but now I'm not sure if it's a lunatic or something really evil."

After all, all the plots in the novel have been lick|licked by ghosts and goblins.

The magic reform is so powerful that it is not scientific at all.

Xin Zhu nodded, "How many children have you lost?"

Mentioning this, Feng Shu's expression was very bad: "Eighteen, in just five days, eighteen children in the entire Yayu City disappeared!"

Taking a deep breath, he frowned and said, "I checked the surveillance video, but there is no clue."

Xin Zhu nodded: "Where is Zheng Xuan?"

Feng Shu sighed quietly: "He was seriously injured and passed out, I don't know what hurt him."

His eyes lit up immediately, and he grinned: "Master, let's use this opportunity to let Team Leader Zheng work as a laborer."

Although the underage little Red Flame Beast is not strong enough, it is a descendant of Yinglong, a divine beast.

Xin Zhu said "hmm": "Yes."

Because the matter was imminent, Xin Zhu led a few boys to Yayu City in the afternoon.

After finding his own seat, Big Brother Xin met the cold-faced Young Master Ding before he sat down: "Huh?"

Young Master Ding was very surprised, his expressionless face showed a trace of bewilderment: "Mr. Xin?"

"Wow! Boss?!"

Ding Ershao tilted his head, and cheered happily through his big brother's burly body: "Boss, why are you here? Are you together?"

With a smile, Xin Zhu said with a smile: "No, so the martial arts competition is in Yayu City?"

Ding Ershao nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Suddenly thought of something, he shrank his neck, and said in a soft voice: "I asked for leave before, and I didn't really miss work!"

After thinking about it, he tried his best to emphasize: "I am trying to win glory for our Daquan Mountain."

"Oh," Xin Zhu cast a chilling glance at him, "Is that so?"

Ding Ershao raised his finger and swore, "It's absolutely true!"

Then Ding Ershao, who expressed his determination, was surrounded by a group of beast cubs, Baotie Baobao concluded: "Then Quanshan might be embarrassing."

Ding Ershao: "..."

Hey, hey, even if you are a beast and I can't beat you, you can't hurt people like this, you bastard!

But he didn't expect the other beasts to nod seriously: "It makes sense."

Ding Ershao: "..."

Xin Zhu was amused, and asked curiously: "You have cultivated well, how do you feel recently?"

Speaking of self-cultivation, Young Master Ding's bottomless eyes overflowed with brilliance: "Thank you, I discovered the cyclone, and I have entered the stage of refining Qi."

This is a big step forward from ordinary people to cultivators. Many people can't find the sense of energy in their whole life.

Xin Zhu nodded: "Well, not bad."

Taking a deep breath, Young Master Ding lowered his eyes and said, "Want to watch the game?"

Having never seen a martial arts competition, Xin Zhu was a little curious, pondered for a few seconds and agreed, "Yes."

A faint smile flashed across his gloomy eyes, and Young Master Ding said in a deep voice, "Thank you, I will win the championship."

Xin Zhu pursed her lips and laughed at him: "You are a cultivator, this kind of behavior is probably bullying."

Young Master Ding shook his head: "It doesn't count."

The many days in Quanshan made him understand a truth.

Status is not important, strength is.

Ding Ershao pricked up his ears, with a troubled expression on his face: Brother, wake up, brother!They are married! !

Yan Youjiu, who had just finished work, returned to the empty villa, and found a note from his wife leaving home: 【Go to Yayu City, don't worry. 】

Like a bolt from the blue, Yan Youjiu: "..."

My wife ran away from home while I was not at home, waiting online, very urgent.

It happened that Bai Ze passed by, staring at Mr. Yan with a withered face, and added insult to injury: "It's business, and the young master of the Ding family is following."

Yan Youjiu: "..."

Yan Youjiu: "!!!"

The spring breeze sends you to the front, and the green clothes are full of blowing and reborn.

This is even more worrying, the boss of the Ding family doesn't look like a good thing!

There is no blind spot in the rival radar, Yan Youjiu turned around and transformed into a dragon and flew into the sky.

Two 10 minutes later.

Through the window of the plane, Xin Zhu stared at a long-eyed silver dragon.

Xin Zhu: "..."