3879: C3879 The Confused Islam

C3879 The Confused Islam

Night has come...

At the International Airport of Virginia.

A blue and white Airbus A380 slowly landed.

The cabin door opened and two men walked out from inside.

They were wearing suits and their hair was white. Although their faces were full of wrinkles, their eyes were deep.

They were not people. They were the dean of Princeton University and the professors of the Institute for Advanced Study, Isgrob and Henry.

After the press conference, they immediately boarded the plane and flew straight to Venice.

After flying for a few hours, they finally arrived at the land of Virginia.

After leaving the airport, Isgrob and Henry called a taxi and rushed to the Royal Hospital of Virginia at high speed.

...

Hospital...

Qin Luo washed up and prepared to go to bed.

In fact, from a certain perspective, Qin Luo enjoyed the feeling of "pretending to be dead" quite a bit.

On the one hand, he didn't have to worry about academics.

On the other hand, he didn't have to worry about the Duru family.

How should he put it?

He was carefree.

"This feels good..."

Qin Luo couldn't help but praise in his heart.

After washing up, he prepared to lie down on the bed.

"Dong Dong Dong..."

As soon as Qin Luo laid down, the door of the room was knocked.

Before he could answer, Qin Luo heard a grumble coming from outside the door.

"Deligne, why did you knock? Qin Luo's life is in danger and he is in a coma due to a serious illness. Can he hear the knocking?" Isgrob said.

Qin Luo's life was in danger, and Deligne was still knocking on the door.

It was not wrong to knock on the door before entering.

But the question was, could Qin Luo hear it?

Even if he could hear him, could he answer?

No!

He was about to lose his life, how could he answer?

When Qin Luo heard Isgrob's words, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.1

For a moment, Qin Luo really didn't know what to say.

After a moment of hesitation, Qin Luo stretched out his hand and pulled open the door of the room.

Then, Isgrob's eyes widened.

What did he see?

He saw Qin Luo stand up and open the door of the room with his own hands.

F * ck!

Am I dreaming?

At this moment, Isgrob froze on the spot.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

Shouldn't Qin Luo be seriously ill in bed and rarely breathe?

How could he stand up now?

Of course, Isgrob wasn't the only one who was surprised. There was also Henry, who was standing beside him.

Just like Isgrob, in Henry's impression, the word "dying" should be a very serious word.

How serious was it?

No one knew when he would be gone.

But what about Qin Luo now?

He was standing right in front of him.

His life was in danger?

Life on the verge of death my ass!

From Qin Luo's body, he could not tell that there was a "life on the verge of death."

Even from Qin Luo's face, Henry could see a bit of redness. Compared to the Qin Luo he had seen before, Qin Luo's body was even slightly plump.

Qin Luo had actually become fat!

A person whose life was hanging by a thread had actually become fat?

How was this possible!

"Qin... Qin Luo... ... What is going on?" Isgrob couldn't help but exclaim.

"Uh... "

Qin Luo was stunned for a moment, then coughed awkwardly and said, "Cough cough, Dean Isgrob, if there's anything, let's talk inside first."

As he spoke, Qin Luo let the door open.

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