Lin Chen's face was pale, her eyes were closed tightly, one hand dangled from the stretcher, and the other was placed beside her.
Xing Lian saw his blood splash on his shirt, and his heart tightened. That might be the blood of the captive, but it could also be the blood that bleeds after his injury.
The stretcher has been flashing for a short ti before monitoring, and the dynasty is quick to take a screenshot and enlarge the image. They inadvertently observed the shape of the blood stains on Lin Chen's shirt and finally confird that they should have been infected later. Lin Chen was not attacked in the office.
The sentence lifted from Lien's heart halfway, but words such as overwork and sickness and stasis on his chest flashed in his mind, and the heart he had just let go again.
"Check the case and see what is going on."
Perhaps Xun Lian's tone was too cold, and the leader sitting on the co-pilot finally noticed the abnormality. The bald head of the bar turned back and asked them: "My distinguished guest, what makes you so panic?"
The words of the tribal aliens who had left the bar were filled with a strong pseudo-nobility, which may have sothing to do with the forr Republic of Angodo being a French colony. At this ti, Xun Cong even felt that whether it was Kang'an or the bald head in front, or even the crazy driving woman, it was very annoying. He simply did not know why he had co to this ghost place, and he took Lin Chen a People stayed in Yongchuan. Not only was the case left unattended, but the relationship was unclear, and even Lin Chen was carried out by a stretcher.
He glanced lightly at the troubled bald head, and the bar owner turned his head, not daring to say a word.
Lin Chen's case quickly appeared on the screen.
Words such as "neurasthenia" and "inadequate blood supply to the brain" appear on the screen.
The diagnosis clearly stated that the patient had syncope due to overwork.
Xing Conglian looked at the doctor's prescription again. In addition to "mannitol" and "betastatin
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