Therapeutic Survival [End Times]

Mr. Zhao's eyes exuded a cold and murderous intent, as if he was real, wishing he could kill Shu Han on the spot.

Miss Huang's eyes turned from the experimental group back to Mr. Zhao, startled by his bone-piercing chill, she abruptly took half a step back, her expression a little ugly: "You..."

Mr. Zhao quickly realized that he had lost his composure, and hurriedly put away the hatred generated by the panic, and returned to that gentle and considerate suitor. He put his arm around Miss Huang's shoulder and patted lightly: "I'm sorry...I, I couldn't control it."

"Your face is pale, aren't you feeling well?" Miss Huang was soothed by his tenderness, she soon forgot to be frightened, and cared about Mr. Zhao.

"Who was the person who passed by just now?" He looked at the direction where Shu Han's team left, and asked tentatively.

"Oh, those people are the experimental group." Ms. Huang had a good impression of Mr. Zhao, and was eager to reap a sweet love. She thought that the two of them might come together in the future, form a family, and have a lovely child. Mr. Zhao is not defensive.

"Experimental group?" Mr. Zhao's heart skipped a beat. Is that what he meant?If so, maybe it was just a false alarm, and you can solve it if you think of a way.

"Well, the person who signed the agreement to help us provide the data." Miss Huang answered every question.

really!Mr. Zhao burst into ecstasy and almost couldn't help laughing out loud.In the blink of an eye, I came up with an idea. If it works properly, not only can the hidden danger be eliminated without anyone noticing it, but it can also stay out of the matter without arousing suspicion at all. The key to the whole plan lies in this Miss Huang in front of me.

Mr. Zhao quickly withdrew his impatient eager eyes, and finally looked at the passageway with the degree that Miss Huang could find, lowered his eyes slightly, lowered his head, pursed his mouth tightly, and pretended to be very sad: "It's like this... ..."

"Why do you keep looking over there? It has something to do with the experimental group?" Ms. Huang was really fooled. Mr. Zhao looked around at him at first, but later he couldn't stand Ms. Huang's intimidation and questioned him, and "had no choice but" to tell her the story of his wife's death.

"Another despicable coward who refuses to be saved, it's too hateful!" The naive Miss Huang fell into Mr. Zhao's narration, and after listening to it, she believed everything without a trace of doubt. At the same time, she thought of her own Encountered, the team members who were ordered to escort her did not want to save her, these cowards who only knew how to escape!

Mr. Zhao closed his eyes sadly, pinched the bridge of his nose with his right hand, and said hoarsely, "It's a pity that I don't have the chance to punish those people for Xiaoyuan."

"I'll help you!" With a firm expression, Miss Huang took the initiative to pull Mr. Zhao's hand into her arms and hold it tightly.Mrs. Zhao was deeply moved by her friendship with Mr. Zhao who risked his life to save him. After his wife passed away, he raised his young son independently. How can she not love such a gentle and affectionate man.

"No, it's too dangerous." Mr. Zhao shook his head repeatedly and firmly refused.

Miss Huang was extremely moved, she bit her pink lips and thought about it, and finally made up her mind: "Don't worry, as long as I do something in the potion, no one will find out."

"I can't let you go for me..." Mr. Zhao choked up halfway through his words, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and he couldn't continue speaking.

"The experimental group has an agreement, and we don't guarantee the adaptability of the drug." Since the trial, a large number of experimental groups have collapsed because they could not bear the drug, and no one noticed that there was one more or one less. Miss Huang was encouraged to replace Mr. Zhao. Indignant, gritted his teeth with dissatisfaction with Shu Han.

After hearing this, Mr. Zhao's expression was a little relaxed, his lips squirmed and he didn't make a sound, his eyes were struggling, and he seemed to be unable to make a choice. Miss Huang squeezed his hand, and Mr. Zhao looked at her fixedly, but shook his head: "No , you can’t do this, listen.”

He was bold enough to embrace people in his arms. Miss Huang is almost a small flower raised in a greenhouse, breathing clean air, has a proud young lady temper, has never been exposed to any conspiracy and tricks, and her emotions are easily attracted As she walked, Mr. Zhao figured out her character.

"Okay..." Miss Huang agreed, lying in Mr. Zhao's arms like a little woman, touched by his thoughtfulness, and very happy in her heart, so she strengthened her determination to help him.

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Many days passed, and there was no news from Shu Han. Song Yichi missed him very much but had no choice.

After the communication is paralyzed, the bracelet is no different from a watch except for receiving official notifications within the base area. Can Shu Han apply for a military bracelet when he comes back?Even if there is a satellite, even if the phone is not connected, it is still possible to send a message, it is better than waiting with black eyes, the quasi-military doctor Song thinks so.

"Alas..." He sighed, what is it called, will lovesickness hurt lovesickness?In the past, he would definitely be chilled by his own thoughts, but now that he has someone in his heart, all the actions that seemed unreasonable in the past have all become reasonable. It turns out that he can't help but become a member of the NC army during the love period.

No, he and Shu Han separated just as soon as they had a mutual understanding, without any confession, it's not even considered love.

After receiving the message in the morning, Director Wu of the exchange office of the military area sent his case to the management office of the living area on time, and asked him to pick it up as soon as possible. It happened that there was a new task tomorrow, and he was off today. He went to the management office to pick up the box and prepare to go back. Home.

Before taking two steps, an old lady rushed up from behind and grabbed his arm, not so strong as for an old man of this age. The box Song Yichi was holding was hanging on the ground, and he looked at the old lady with a puzzled face. : "Old man, if you don't understand, you can ask the information desk over there."

"I don't just want to ask the information desk, but I also want to ask everyone, what should people who don't recognize their ancestors do?" Grandma Song shouted angrily, holding Song Yichi and refusing to let go.

On the day of the rescue, she saw that Song Yichi looked familiar and didn't dare to recognize him. Guaiwaner found out that it was the little grandson after she found out the name. If Song Yichi hadn't left too fast and she couldn't find anyone, why would the baby grandson Song Wenbin work for free in the temporary resettlement area for ten days? Not enough to eat, poor conditions, hard work every day to repair the fence, blisters on her hands, her heart is so painful that she is bleeding all the time!

On the other hand, the little grandson Song Yichi, dressed neatly and with a ruddy complexion, followed the rescue team. Grandma Song was sure that the little grandson must be doing well. These days, she has been thinking about asking for things from the little grandson, and she can't bear the hardship of the big grandson.

Today, the daughter-in-law registered to find her family, and she also came to find Song Yichi. Unexpectedly, just after registering her name, she turned around and saw the person she was looking for was in the lobby. I have to say that Grandma Song is in good health, and she couldn't sleep well for ten days. Not to mention, many young people, such as daughter-in-law, were not as energetic as her. The short and thin Grandma Song burst out at an extremely fast speed, and caught up with Song Yichi, who was tall and long-legged and had already walked to the door.

Song Yichi frowned, thinking that this old lady must not be crazy.

Seeing that Song Yichi frowned and said nothing, Grandma Song thought that he was afraid of being embarrassed in public, and she felt even more proud. What she wanted was that Song Yichi was afraid of her, and only after being afraid of her could she ask for more things!

"Hey, everyone, let's judge, he is my grandson, and I don't care if I leave this old lady, is it not filial!" Grandma Song pointed at Song Yichi and scolded her head and face, her voice was still very loud. All eyes were on her, she wanted to make things bigger, the bigger the better, then Song Yichi would have to take things out to support her, whether it was for face or pressure.

Song Yichi was dissatisfied when he heard the old lady talking more and more nonsense. He held the box with one hand, and shook the held arm vigorously, and he was about to leave after getting rid of the old lady's clutches.

How could the old lady with wishful thinking allow him to leave as soon as he said it, and then catch up with him, using both hands to hold him firmly: "Don't even try to run!"

"I said, what on earth are you old lady doing? I don't know you." Song Yichi struggled for a while and didn't dare to use any more force. Who knows if anyone has touched porcelain now, and what if he forcefully brings someone down? I don't know.

"Okay, you don't even recognize me, see if I won't teach you a lesson!" Grandma Song became more and more enthusiastic, and she wanted to raise her hand to hit Song Yichi. Song Yichi dodged sideways and grabbed the old lady's arm that was waving like crazy. , his gentle face became sharp, and he asked loudly, "Whose family does this old lady belong to? Does anyone care?"

While talking, Song Yichi glanced across the hall, and quickly locked on three people, one man, two women, and while he was looking, other people were also looking around, wondering where the old lady who suddenly went crazy came from, only the three The individual's face was facing this way from beginning to end, without moving.

He half dragged the old lady over, squinted his eyes, looked at the shy young man with a bad expression and asked, "Is it from your family?"

As soon as Song Yichi opened his mouth, the inquisitive eyes of the onlookers immediately gathered here. Song Wenbin felt his face was hot and embarrassed. He hurriedly avoided his eyes, not daring to look at Song Yichi, and stretched out his hand to Granny Song: "Grandma..." He also I don't know why the kind grandma suddenly rushed out and grabbed a stranger and yelled.

Song Yichi let go of the old lady's hand, and pulled her to the three of them. There was no smile on his ashen face, and he politely advised: "Please take care of your elderly." The words were bitten very clearly, if you are sick in your mind, just watch carefully, and he will not be so polite if she messes around.

Song Wenbin and his daughter-in-law could see that Song Yichi was angry, they nodded in agreement, and grabbed the old lady from left to right, but Grandma Song yelled, "Why are you two pulling me, stop him quickly! Let him go!"

"Stop messing with grandma!" Song Wenbin's neck was red, and it was rare for him to get angry with his grandma who loved him so much. Didn't you see that everyone here was watching their jokes?

"I'm not making trouble, he's your uncle's son!" Seeing that Song Yichi arrived at the door in a few steps, it would be difficult to find him once he left!Grandma Song was also in a hurry, she pulled her neck and shouted, "Your father is my son, and you are my grandson!"

Song Yichi was about to leave, but when he suddenly heard the old lady call his father's name, he was so surprised that he stopped and looked back.

Grandma Song said Song's father's name again, and also mentioned Song's mother and his family's previous address. Song Yichi couldn't help but suspect that she might really be his grandma whom he had never met.

The old lady took the opportunity to get rid of the dumbfounded Song Wenbin and grandson, ran up to Song Yichi and raised her head, looked at him very proudly, with a look of success in her eyes: "I'm not wrong, you are my little grandson."