Ho Yisheng's research room

Hawthorne was lying on his bed, a slender needle was inserted into his blood vessel, and the medicine was slowly put in.

"Look at this time, this instrument can test how long the medicine is working on you now, and the blood, I'll check it."

He Yisheng got the instrument right and decided there was no problem before he stood up.

It's so tired to toss around so much in the early morning.

But he found that Huo's recent illness seemed to fluctuate more and more, so he couldn't help killing Huo directly and pulling people over.

In his eyes, nothing is more important than life....