266: C266 He Met a Faker

C266 He Met a Faker

The dream was filled with fog. A woman in a dark green military uniform stood in the fog, smiling at her.

She ran over, tears streaming down her face. "Sister, don't go. . . "

But sister turned around and held a man's arm, slowly walking away.

That man looked back at her. It was actually Gong Mingchuan!

A little boy walked over and held onto his sister and Gong Mingchuan's hands. That was their genetics child Frank!

The three of them walked away happily. She was the only one left kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down her face.

"Gong Mingchuan, I hate you. . . Is that child really yours? . . . ”

"I dare not ask. . . I'm afraid that this is true. . . "

"You're definitely not dead. . . How did you die?"

"You must really want to strangle me. . . "

Le Youyou sometimes cried, sometimes smiled bitterly.

She suddenly opened her eyes and her consciousness gradually focused. Only then did she realize that it was actually a dream.

She actually had a nightmare!

At this moment, she was sitting on a bench in the hospital.

Tang Beiyue was treating the wound on the back of his head in the emergency room, but she fell asleep on the bench.

She had a nightmare. There was no happiness in her dream. There was only sadness and doubt in her heart.

For the past year, every time she heard about the Gong family, she would be silent.

In fact, she had never forgotten about him.

When she stabbed that man, she was indeed acting on impulse.

Later on, when she thought about it, it was always hard to let go of it.

The air conditioner was a little cold. She called the nurse, "Nurse, can you adjust the heating? It's so cold. . . "

"It's only early autumn now. Is the temperature that low?" The nurse came over unwillingly. "The hospital's heating hasn't been turned on yet. . . Miss, I'm very sorry. . . "

Youyou looked through the door of the infirmary and saw that Tang Beiyue was still treating the wound. She hugged her arms and curled up on the bench.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a panic in her heart. Immediately after, she felt as if there were flames burning in her limbs and bones. Although her body felt very cold, her forehead was covered with layers of sweat.

Could it be that the bacterial strain had acted up?

For the past year, she had relied on the medicine in the military to suppress the bacterial strain. Originally, the bacterial strain would act up once a month, but now it actually acted up ahead of time.

Youyou took the phone and dialed Ouyang's number. "Are you home? I'll go to your place. . . I acted up. . . "

She had promised Ouyang and ran out of the hospital. Even Tang Beiyue did not bid her farewell.

Standing at the intersection, she grabbed the collar of her neck, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Suddenly, a speeding car stopped beside her.

Before she could react, the two men in black sprayed something on her face. She immediately felt dizzy, and the man grabbed her arm and pulled her into the car.0

As soon as she got into the car, someone injected her with a syringe.

It seemed to be a sedative, suppressing the foul energy that was rolling in her body.

Every time the bacterial strain acted up, she would have a strong desire to destroy it, wanting to beat someone up.

But these kidnappers seemed to have figured out her physical condition. Just as she was about to act up, they injected her with sedative.

She lay in the car and could not move at all.

The car sped for an unknown period of time before it finally stopped in a dark forest path.

The kidnapper pulled her out of the car and she fell to the ground. The heat and pain in her body devoured her rationality bit by bit.

She really felt terrible.

Suddenly, a pair of shiny black leather shoes appeared in front of her eyes.

She raised her head and saw a tall and straight man wearing a silver mask.

The man was wearing a black windbreaker, as if he had come from hell.

He stood diagonally, and the pitch-black eyes behind the mask were silently staring at her. The depths of his eyes were dark and cold.

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