章節 1687: Worsening of Illness

"Nuannuan, thank you!"

Before his finger was cut, Chi Yang had already received a call from the hospital.

The equipment monitoring Ning Wenhao's lung condition had shown that he had suddenly taken a turn for the worse, and the military hospital had called Chi Yang about it. Hence, he had immediately returned to the Nangong family to look for Nuannuan and find out how she was doing.

Who could have known that he would now have to burst Nuannuan's bubble?

Seeing Nuannuan so happy, Chi Yang swallowed his words—he wanted Nuannuan to continue working hard.

The moment he heard Nuannuan say that she had succeeded, the five hours of torment he had felt in his heart were finally relieved.

"The experiment was successful! So how do we treat him?"

"We just need to mix a certain proportion of your blood into the medicine."

"Where do you plan to mix it?"