The chief adult is knocking on the door: Hiding a cute baby

Chapter 1189 Antidote, Fighting for Time
"Let's go back!" Mo Shenhan looked at Mo Shenlie who was lying on the side, a shadow flashed in his eyes.

He would rather die than leave behind the antidote. Regarding this, Mo Shenhan just remained silent.

This is his choice, he bet with his life, but no one knows whether he will win the bet or not.

However, Mo Shenhan didn't feel any fear at all. Although death might be coming soon, he wasn't afraid.

Carrying An Xiaoer on his shoulders, carrying An Xiaoer like that, finally left the mountain.

"Dad, are you leaving like this? What about the antidote?"

On the contrary, Yangyang was a little worried. He didn't expect Mo Shenhan to leave An Xiaoer behind his back without saying a word. Instead, he became a little restless.

Mo Shenlie is dead, and they don't have an antidote yet, so Yangyang is naturally in a complicated mood.

Although there is still hope for Di Ming to organize the research and development of the antidote, but it will take time. If their antidote has not been developed within the stipulated time, then, wouldn't it be...

"Yangyang, we can only fight for the antidote with time."

Mo Shenhan heard Yangyang calling him, at this moment, he turned his head to look at his son, and said these words calmly.

After hearing what Mo Shenhan said, Yangyang could only remain silent and did not continue to say anything.

He understood the chill in his father's words.

If you can't get it, then...

In fact, Mo Shenhan's mood at the moment is a little emotional. After all, Mo Shenlie and Mo Qingge have fought against him for so many years, and he is still a little dazed when he thinks that the person he has hated for so many years has just left. of.

Relieved, perhaps?Perhaps, in fact, the mood has not changed.

However, since then, two people have been lost in my life. The feeling is still a little uncomfortable, and I don't know how to describe that feeling. In short, it's just amazing.

There is also the matter of the antidote, which is also heavy at the same time.

Finally went down the mountain.

At this moment, it was almost twelve o'clock, Mo Shenhan hugged An Xiao'er, and rushed to the hospital quickly.

Xiao Fengling is already receiving emergency treatment.

It's just a two-month-old child, so poisoning and getting sick is a very serious matter.

The child's blood vessels are very small. At this moment, the needle is inserted on the forehead, and the liquid is being sent to her body drop by drop through the catheter. She is lying quietly on the crib with her eyes closed, looking very peaceful. But it is even more distressing.

Mo Shenhan put An Xiaoer on the sofa beside him, seeing the sad faces of the people around the hospital bed, Mo Shenhan's face was a bit ugly, "How is Little Fengling?"

Liu Piaolan sighed, "It's very bad, the doctor said, I was poisoned, I don't know what kind of poison I got, there is no way to detoxify, maybe it can't be cured..."

As she said that, Liu Piaolan's tears rolled out, "Deep cold, tell me, the child is still so young, how can he be so well-behaved that he will be poisoned? Obviously, we all see it well, what is going on? My heart aches for the child to be in such pain at such a young age!"

Mo Shenhan's face was a little heavy, but looking at Liu Piaolan now, he just took out a tissue and wiped her tears, "Aunt Lan, don't cry, I've found a way, Xiao Fengling can't help it!" Something will happen."

"What way?" Liu Piaolan asked.

(End of this chapter)