Song Hua suddenly fainted, which frightened both Ma Nei and Wen Ruyu.

Their faces immediately turned pale.

Wen Ruyu immediately performed cardiac resuscitation on Song Hua, "Sixth Senior Brother, quickly take out the acupuncture bag and give Master first aid!"

Mane, who had always been steady, now had a trembling hand holding the golden needle.

Just because the person in front of me is my master.

"Sixth Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that Ma Nei was reluctant to take the needle, Wen Ruyu couldn't help but urge.

Mane swallowed his throat, "I, I'm nervous."

He almost cried.

"Xiao Qi, will our master be okay?"

Wen Ruyu was also very nervous, but at this time he had to calm down immediately, "Sixth Brother, Master will be fine. Just calm down and think about what Master usually teaches us!"

Mane took a deep breath, picked up the golden needle again, and controlled his trembling hands.

A needle was inserted into Song Hua's Baihui point.

Then came the second shot.

The third shot.

Seeing that Song Hua's major acupuncture points had been inserted with gold needles, Song Hua still didn't react at all, which made both Wen Ruyu and Mane very nervous.

Especially Mane.

"Xiao Qi, why is the master still awake? Do you want to inform the third senior brother, the fourth senior brother, and the fifth senior brother?"

Wen Ruyu shook her head, "We can't notify anyone yet."

At this moment, Mane seemed to have discovered something, "Xiao Qi, look here."

He picked up a notebook.

Wen Ruyu lowered her head and saw a line of words written on the notebook.

'Little three, little four, little five, little six, little seven. If I faint, please open your notebook, carefully observe my symptoms, and then prescribe the right medicine.'

Mane immediately opened his notebook.

The notebook clearly records Song Hua’s detailed changes after being infected with the virus.

The content is accurate to the hour, minute and second.

With this record, the two of them instantly felt a lot more at ease.

It seemed that the master had expected that he would faint.

Combining the diary written by Song Hua and the data analysis on her computer, Wen Ruyu and Mane soon found a way to wake Song Hua up.

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The long-haired woman sat in front of the tea table, the mist covering her face, and she could only see a pair of beautiful hands moving between the tea sets.

The young man sat opposite her, picked up a cup of tea, and tasted it.

Neither of them spoke, and there was a bit of excessive silence in the air.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Who?" The long-haired woman slowly raised her eyes and put down the cup.

"Miss, it's me." The assistant's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in."

The next second, the door was pushed open.

The assistant came in from outside.

She knelt down directly on the carpet.

The long-haired woman just looked at the assistant, and then said, "Song Hua is dead?"

Hearing this, the young man also turned to look at the assistant.

He seemed to be looking forward to her answer.

The assistant continued: "He's not dead yet."

not dead?

The long-haired woman frowned slightly.

Her life is really tough.

At this moment, the assistant spoke again, "However, Song Hua is unconscious now. It seems that she won't last long."

The mutant Ebola virus was already threatening, and Song Hua was unable to resist it.

Hearing this, the long-haired woman raised her lips slightly.

"you sure?"

The assistant nodded, "Yes, I'm sure. Song Hua has indeed passed out."

How many people are unconscious? How many minutes can they survive?

For Song Hua, death is a matter of time.

The long-haired woman handed the assistant a cup of tea.

The assistant looked at her and was stunned.

The long-haired woman showed a rare smile and said, "It's for you."

"Thank you, miss." The assistant immediately took the tea cup with both hands.

When the green tea enters the throat, it feels indescribably refreshing.

If someone who knows tea is present, they will be able to taste it immediately. This is no ordinary tea.

The assistant looked at the long-haired woman and was a little flattered.

"Okay," the long-haired woman said again, "You can go down and remember to report Song Hua's latest situation to me at any time."

"Okay miss."

The assistant walked out.

Looking at the assistant's back, the long-haired woman turned her gaze to the young man opposite and slowly said, "Did you see it?"

"What did you see?" the young man asked.

"Song Hua's fate." A cheerful look flashed in the long-haired woman's eyes.

The young man frowned slightly and put down the cup, "I don't know what's going on, but I always feel that Song Hua won't die easily."

Hearing this, the long-haired woman had a mocking look in her eyes.

After a moment, the long-haired woman continued: "Then just wait. Song Hua will definitely die this time!"

Not even the Daluo Immortal can save her.

The young man looked at the long-haired woman, "When do you plan to go back?"

"We don't have much time left."

The long-haired woman took a sip of tea and said, "Don't worry, I won't delay business."

"It's best this way." After saying that, the young man put down the cup and said, "I'm leaving first."

"Where are you going?" The long-haired woman looked up at his back.

"I want to go back and take a look."

Hearing this, the long-haired woman nodded, "That's fine. Just remember to wait for my good news."

She is very confident in the virus she developed.

Don't talk about Song Hua.

Even if the miracle doctor Hua Tuo were alive, he might not be able to bring the dead back to life.

Who is Song Hua?

The young man said 'hmm', thought for a while, and then said: "Take care of yourself."

The young woman smiled and said, "I will."

Half an hour later.

In the laboratory.

Song Hua, who was already unconscious, slowly opened her eyes.

Mane is in front of the laboratory.

Wen Ruyu observed Song Hua's condition carefully. When she saw the master opening his eyes, Wen Ruyu said excitedly: "Sixth Brother, the master is awake!"
To be continued...