"How is she?" When Jun Mochan spoke again, his voice was hoarsely severe.
"It's serious." Shen Yuzhe turned on the machine, "I'm trying to treat her now, to see if we can kill the virus."
"So the medicine is useless?" Jun Mochan's eyebrows were so cold they could shed ice fragments.
"It seemed under control, but it can rebound. Once it rebounds, the virus will become much more severe. Moreover, that medicine is essentially a strong poison. Even if it really works, the side effects are very severe." He spent a week's time to finally analyze all the components of the medication.
Taken individually, there was no problem with them, yet upon careful study of the combined ratios, problems emerged.
Jun Mochan's pupils contracted sharply, his gaze gradually deepened, and his facial mask became more impeccable: "Is there any way?"
