For the sake of confidentiality of the experiment, he did not tell her not to have any bodily fluid contact with the patient.
With such a virulent virus, she could know that she had been infected without looking at the test results.
Although she doesn't feel anything strange now, soon, she will be like the man on the bed, like a living dead who has stepped into the coffin, and will remain in a coma until death comes.
He Yiru felt slightly embarrassed under his unusual glance, and hooked the fingertips of her hands together.
With a hint of uneasiness and as if she was revealing the secret words hidden in her heart, she spoke softly, "Master, I just want to Help you.”
Jian Qing was stunned when she heard this, tightened her fingers, and pulled He Yiru into her arms instantly.
She just wants to help herself She always felt that her life was so despicable that she only wanted to live for others.
Jian Qing's tone was full of pity, "Yi Ru, there are many ways to help me.
Don't do such stupid things again in the future.
Do you understand?"
He Yiru leaned on his chest, feeling his surging heartbeat, and the light in his eyes spread everywhere, "Is it stupid?
I thought you would praise me for doing good things."
Jian Qing pursed her lips.
He didn't know whether he should tell her about the toxicity of the lytic virus.
If she knew the seriousness of the situation, it would be detrimental to the stability of her condition.
What's more, this virus is his latest biochemical research.
Weapons, I can’t reveal the details to her.
Seeing that the patient's condition on the bed was stabilizing, Jian Qing took He Yiru out of the ward and greeted a young nurse who came over.
Jian Qing ordered in a deep voice, with a hint of gravity in his voice, "Go and open a new isolation and care room."
The little nurse glanced at the person in front of the dean and responded quickly, "Okay dean."
He Yiru's eyes flashed with a hint of ominousness, and she asked in a low voice, "Master, I am infected, right?"
Jian Qing's eyes dimmed and she said nothing.
"Master" He Yiru timidly wanted to ask for the truth.
Jian Qing straightened her pleading face and said solemnly, "Don't think about it.
I need to test it for you to be sure."
He didn't need to give her a test to determine whether she had been infected.
He needed a test to determine whether he had the ability to develop a method to eliminate the virus with minimal harm to the human body.
"Will you die if you get this disease?"
He Yiru asked again while following Jian Qing to the intensive care unit.
Jian Qing felt a pain in her chest when she heard this.
As she walked to the door of the ward, she tried to keep her tone as calm as possible and said, "Yi Ru, stop thinking so much.
Go in first."
"It's okay, just tell me.
I'm not afraid.
If I die, I think."
"Yi Ru" When Jian Qing heard her say this, the calmness on her face that was difficult to maintain was suppressed by sadness and anger, and she stopped her frightening "what if".
He never thought that the woman who had been running around behind him would suddenly leave.
Jian Qing could not maintain her indifferent attitude and said coldly, "Don't say such words again in the future."
How could she hand herself over to these deadly poisons casually?
She had no nostalgia for this world or for him.
He Yiru gently pulled the corner of his clothes and said, "Master, don't be angry."
"Sit down and let me collect your blood."
Jian Qing's face was calm to cover up the emptiness in his heart at this moment
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