1690: Is He Dying?

Is He Dying?

Listening to Xiao Yushan's 'motherly' love, goosebumps appeared on Chi Yang's arms under his battle uniform.2

"Dad, how is Hao? Is he dying?"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in a suit rushed over and saw that Old Master Ning was sputtering.

Old Master Ning was sitting on the sofa outside, flustered and exasperated. He threw his crutch at the man, making him cry out in pain.

This man was the third master of the Ning family, Ning Haohan.

Old Master Ning had three sons.

The eldest, Ning Haoran, was now the commander-in-chief of the Northeast Campaign Department.

The second, Ning Haoyu, was Ning Wenhao's father. He had once been a high-ranking officer of the Flying Eagle Special Forces. Fifteen years ago, he died in battle with Chi Yang's father, Chi Zehao, outside the country. His body was never recovered.

The third son was the man in a suit and leather shoes, Ning Haohan. He was the chairman of the Ning Wen Group and oversaw the entire economic lifeline of the Ning family.

Some of the branches of the Ning family were involved in the military, political, and business sectors—so the Ning family was certainly a behemoth.

However, at this moment, the faces of the members of the Ning family did not look like those of a first-class noble family.

It was not an exaggeration to say that they were showing their ugly side.

"Dad, why did you hit me?"

"Can't you just wait for Hao to be a little bit better? What's the matter, huh? Tell me once more and I'll try to believe you this time!" Old Master Ning scolded in exasperation.

Ning Haohan, "…"

After being mercilessly hit, Ning Haohan finally realized that Chi Yang was standing on the sidelines, watching him coldly. As a business elite, Ning Haohan did not even need 0.1 seconds to come back to his senses. His eyes lit up, "You've developed a new anti-inflammatory drug, haven't you? Can Hao be saved?"

Old Master Ning was quite satisfied with his reaction.

"Miss Nangong developed it. She's giving him an infusion in the ICU now."

Ning Haohan was delighted. "That's great! The heavens have eyes! Haoyu will be happy if he finds out."

Chi Yang did not pay attention to the people from the Ning family. He kept watch on the door of the ICU.

Not long after, a doctor came out to let Chi Yang in.

Chi Yang immediately entered.

Ning Wenhao was still in a deep coma as he lay on his hospital bed with many tubes attached to him. 

"How is it? Has It worked?" Chi Yang walked up to Nuannuan and could not help but ask.

Nuanmuan smiled and nodded. "Yes, it has worked."

Dr. Cai Glanced at Nuannuan and could not help but ask, "Miss Nangong, how do you know that it worked?"

Nuannuan smiled slightly. "It's the same reason I told you that YRHBO-3 was useless against his illness. I developed the medicine, so only I know if it's working."

Dr. Cai, "…".

"Alright, alright. You're indeed amazing!"

Knowing that Nuannuan did not want to tell him, Dr. Cai did not press further. As long as they could cure Ning Wenhao, it would be a great achievement.

"Miss Nangong, what kind of bacteria is Ning Wenhao infected with this time? It doesn't seem to be a mutated infection from the eight major groups."

"This is likely a new type of infection. It doesn't belong to any of the eight major groups," Nuannuan replied.

Infections were generally divided into eight groups. The common ones were bacterial infections, viral infections, fungal infections, mycoplasma infections, and chlamydial infections. In addition to these five types of infections, there were also rickettsia, spirochetes, and actinomycete infections.

Ning Wenhao's infection did not belong to any of these eight types—not even a mutated form of any of them.

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