Madam Dihao is not good

Bai Yunshang pushed him away and slammed the bathroom door.

Sikong Zeye's hand was still in the air, as if her hair had just slipped from his palm.

His hands dropped slowly.

As soon as his nose became hot, a gust of warm air flowed down. Sikong Zeye pressed his nose, saw a bright red in his palm, frowned, and left the bedroom in a few steps.

In the study room, the curtains were closed tightly, and the projector drew a superb picture on the wall. [

In the picture is a scientific research workshop, with sophisticated instruments, staff in white clothes wearing protective masks shuttle back and forth...

In many containers, various liquids are bubbling.

Sikong Sawano flipped through the documents in his hand page by page.

As soon as the screen turned, we arrived at a studio:

"Mr. Earl Steve, your situation is very unsatisfactory now, I strongly request you to pay more attention to resting your brain, and don't force yourself to find your brain memory..."

A blond doctor in a white coat sat at his desk and said worryingly: "You can no longer take medication frequently, especially the dosage must not have the slightest deviation... Otherwise, we don't want to foresee that terrible result."

Sikong Sawano leaned on the back of the rotating chair: "How is it going?"

The doctor changed the subject: "We are researching a new type of drug, which has a more powerful brain self-repair effect on the basis of CB. This drug is different from CB. Once successful, it can completely heal your damaged head. cells, will no longer be defeated by the human's own immune system. In other words, you no longer have to inject CB regularly..."

Sikong Zeye pressed his fingers to his forehead: "What's its name?"

"CB>

Sikong Zeye swept the documents on the table to the ground, and sarcastically said: