Yang Ruhai and Lan Ao began to use medicine on Yu Wenhao.

Yuan Qingling was outside the intensive care unit, standing in front of the glass with Xu Yi and watching as the blue medicine was mixed with the liquid in the large bottle and slowly flowed into Lao Wu's blood vessels.

The dropper was very slow, drop by drop, as if it was dripping into Yuan Qingling's heart. She was at a loss and had thought of many possibilities, but the final solution might be Lan Ao's blood.

She knew Lan Ao's identity to some extent. Some people said that he was the zombie king, but people who were engaged in virus research would say that his body coexisted with a virus, which changed his genes and changed his cells.

Everything about him has been changed. Cells can divide and regenerate, and genes constantly correct themselves in a very strange way.

A virus was indeed detected in his blood, but this virus was constantly mutating and could only be spread through the blood.

In the face of scientific exploration, what humans can do is too little, and what they know is too little.

An hour after taking the medicine, the symptoms of dyspnea were relieved to a certain extent, and the high fever dropped from 40 degrees to 38 degrees.

After two hours, the fever subsided.

At this time, a little more than one-third of the bottle of medicine was used.

The current situation looks good.

Then, the blood pressure began to rise slowly, and the low pressure returned to 70.

In the third hour after taking the medicine, blood transfusion is required.

In the evening, blood tests were taken, and the hemoglobin and platelets also increased, and the white blood cells also decreased, but the neutrophils returned to normal.

This means that the infection situation has been brought under control, and it is under strong control.

Yuan Qingling did not dare to relax and continued to stare at his situation.

Now that the situation is somewhat stable, the ventilator can be removed and she can stay in it.

Xu Yi didn't go in, and kept squatting beside the door. He knew nothing about medical skills. He was completely confused in the past two days. He didn't know what he could do. He just felt like a piece of wood in the way.

Yuan Qingling knew that he was also worried, so he asked him to change into a protective suit and come in to guard together.

At midnight, Yu Wenhao woke up.

At this time, breathing, pulse, and blood all returned to normal.

When she opened her eyes and called her daughter-in-law, Yuan Qingling was lying beside the bed, crying so hard that she could hardly breathe.

Although Yu Wenhao had been in a daze, he seemed to know what had happened. He gently stroked Yuan Qingling's hair with his hand, and was choked with sobs that he could not speak.

Xu Yi also cried.

Yu Wenhao rolled his eyes at him. How could this stupid guy realize that he was about to cry? If in the middle of the court, the old minister would have started crying when he coughed.

It can be seen that he is not a good material for officialdom.

"It's okay. If I can't die, I'm back again."

When Yuan Qingling raised his head, he smiled and said mischievously.

Yuan Qingling's nose was blocked: "You scared me to death, you know?"

"I'm sorry, I won't do this again." Yu Wenhao held her hand, held it tightly, moved it to his chest, and stared at her. He looked so thin, which was heartbreaking.

The medical staff came in under the leadership of Yang Ruhai and advised Kaiyuan Qingling, "We need to take him for examination."

Yuan Qingling stood up and said, "Okay, I'll follow."
Chapter completed!