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Chapter 844 Waste, waste! (3)

"Do you still have to work so late?" Bo Huan took Mu Hanchen's hand, "Why don't you go to work tomorrow, I'm fine at home."

Otherwise, all the work will be piled up at night, and his body will not be able to bear it.

"No, I have to stay with you at home and never leave!"

Hearing Mu Hanchen's resolute and firm voice, Bo Huan knew it would be useless to talk too much: "Then come back early!"

"En." Mu Han's deep kiss fell on Bo Huan's lips, tender and touching: "Good night!"

Bo Huan had no choice but to let go of Mu Hanchen's hand, staring at his back until he disappeared.

It was strange, she also felt that Mu Hanchen was hiding something from her.

Do pregnant people love to think wildly?

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Mu Han came to the study.

Turn on the computer and click on the mailbox.

Inside lay a lot of emails from Mu Hanyi, a few were related to the consortium, and the rest were related to Wenyuan.

He saw it several times, but never clicked on it.

On a whim tonight, or perhaps due to a twitch in his head, Mu Han opened one of them.

The general content is: Wenyuan did not cooperate with the treatment in the hospital, which made his condition worse and caused a lot of trouble for the doctor.The Wen family wants to take Wen Yuan back for treatment and ask for his opinion.

Staring at the simple but clear words above, Mu Han frowned, raised his hand and tapped the keyboard quickly: No!

Two big characters, cold to the bone marrow!
To let her go back is to let the tiger go back to the mountain.

Who knows what unsettling things that crazy woman will do again!

Turning off the email, Mu Hanshen was about to deal with the business of the group, when a hot current gushed out of his nostrils...

Didi, click... fell on the pure white desk.

Mu Han's dark eyes turned cold, he stood up abruptly, opened the drawer, grabbed the medicine and stuffed it into his mouth, then covered his bleeding nose, and rushed into the bathroom.

Staring at his pale face in the mirror, an extremely ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

Is the speed of his blood attack getting faster and faster?
After stopping the bleeding and wiping away the blood stains, Mu Han turned back to the study and dialed the doctor's number.

After listening to Mu Hanshen's narration, the doctor on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and then said in a trembling voice: "Young Master Mu, your blood disease seems to be worsening faster than expected!"

"So, what should we do?" Mu Hanchen squeezed the phone tightly, and said in a cold voice, "Is there a better way to increase the dose?"

"If you increase the dose, your nerves may be damaged. At that time, the disorder of IQ will appear in advance."

"There will be side effects if it appears early?" Hearing the reservation in the doctor's words, Mu Han's eyes turned cold, and he said sharply, "Say it directly!"

The doctor hesitated, and said respectfully: "After the IQ is messed up, the worst result is that it cannot be recovered!"

After the doctor finished speaking, Mu Hanchen on the other end of the phone suddenly calmed down, and he heard his voice after a long time: "Even if you use cord blood, it can't be recovered?"

"……Yes!"

"Why didn't you say that before?" Mu Han growled coldly, burning with anger.

"Young Master Mu, because your blood disease didn't deteriorate so quickly at that time, we ruled out this guess." The doctor hastily explained: "Young Master Mu, it's just possible, not completely possible to become like this."

"Find me a solution, if you can't find me, tear you apart!"

"Yes, it's Young Master Mu."

The doctor responded hastily, and hung up the phone with lingering fear after speaking.

Mu Han was silent for a few seconds, then smashed the phone out, growling coldly.

"Trash, trash!"

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(End of this chapter)