Fangcun's laboratory is located in an industrial park in the suburbs. It covers an area of ​​only 600 to 700 square meters. In addition to him, the researcher also hired two university professors and graduate students in related majors. They are all simple-minded and love to do research.

An Bu brought Jian Ningxuan to the laboratory, Fang Cun immediately came up enthusiastically and couldn't wait to show them his discovery.

"This drug is so amazing and can definitely be called the greatest invention of modern times. It can not only greatly enhance human physique, but also effectively inhibit the growth of cancer cells and greatly reduce the mortality rate of patients with advanced cancer."

Jian Ningxuan and An Bu have read the complete research data and are not surprised by the effect of the special medicine. However, before Mo Dongxiao and his wife had time to conduct clinical experiments, they caused a murderous disaster, which led to the delay in publication of this research results and could not be published casually, because the most important element of this medicine is Molly's blood.

"The person who has developed this kind of drug is simply a genius. If you have the chance, I really want to worship it. I don't know where their clinical experiments are going to and how long will it be before they are officially launched?" Fang Cun was still talking nonstop, his excitement was beyond words. He did not know Mo Dongxiao and his wife, and naturally he didn't know the interests. He just simply wanted to use this drug as the basis and conduct in-depth research.

Anbu said: "This kind of drug will not be available for the time being because several medicinal materials are seriously scarce and cannot be put into production at all. They can only be used for research."

Fang Cun sighed regretfully, then said with a shy face: "Sister An, do you still have this kind of medicine there? Give me a few more tubes?"

Last time, Anbu found ten tubes of special medicine in Mo's laboratory, divided them into two tubes for Fangcun, leaving several tubes for later use. Any drug has a shelf life and can only be stored for two or three years at most. Even if she wanted to leave it for Molly, she couldn't do it, so it was not impossible to take out a few tubes for Fangcun for experiments.

"Have you used up both tubes last time?"

"not yet……"

"Then let's talk about it after using it." Anbu reminded, "This kind of potion cannot produce more finished products in a short period of time. I can only give you two more tubes at most."

"I understand, I will save money!" Fang Cun raised his hand to guarantee.

Afterwards, he took An Bu and Jian Ningxuan to visit the laboratory and introduced them to several other researchers and their recent research projects.

After staying in the laboratory for a morning, Fangcun and several others were invited to have a meal. Anbu and Jian Ningxuan said goodbye and left.

Back at the villa, Jian Ningxuan suddenly spoke: "By step."

"What?"

"You have a good relationship with Fang Cun?"

"not bad."

"He has his own laboratory at a young age, and his abilities and financial resources seem to be outstanding."

"Hmm?" An Bu couldn't help but look up at him when he heard this casual tone, and replied casually, "It's very outstanding."

Jian Ningxuan silently opened his notebook and stopped talking.

An Bu raised his eyebrows, rubbed over and hugged his waist, and said intimately: "But in my eyes, Mr. Jane is the most outstanding one."

Jian Ningxuan lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes: It's true, why did he say these for no reason? He had no other intention... (Silently flashed)

An Bu smiled: "Mr. Jian, why do I like you so much?"

Jian Ningxuan:...I am not reserved at all.

Thinking of this in my heart, my hand was already on her waist, and I turned my head and kissed her lips. My eyes were as pure as water, without any impurities, and clearly reflected a person's figure.

In his eyes, Anbu felt the happiness of being regarded as a treasure.

The next day, Anbu's small black room was lifted and he took over the nursing work again.

When I came to Fu Junyi's residence, I got a news from the nanny that Fu Junyi's mother's condition worsened yesterday and was rushed to the hospital.

After asking about the address, Anbu rushed to the hospital again.

According to the nanny, Qu Xiu got up last night to go to the toilet and slipped accidentally, and suffered a second impact on his head, fainted on the spot, and was in a crisis.

After emergency treatment, the doctor announced an unoptimistic result. Qu Xiu's condition worsened, and conservatively estimated that only three or five days of life would be left.

Fu Junyi sat alone by the bed, looking at Qu Xiu on the bed silently, and the curtains pulled up cast a dim shadow on him.

Anbu walked to him with the food box, took out the food one by one, and placed it on the table.

"Eat something."

Fu Junyao moved his lips a few times, and his voice hoarsely said: "I was adopted by the rich family. My adoptive father and mother are very kind to me. I once vowed to be filial to them, but they did not give me this opportunity. Less than a year after his adoptive father passed away, my adoptive mother is about to leave me."

Anbu looked at this young man who was only 20 years old, and while going to college, he managed the company, and took care of his sick mother and underage sister. He was under unimaginable pressure alone.

She once promised to protect them as Gu'an, but in the end she failed.

"When my adoptive mother dies, the rich family will come over to fight for property. I am very tired and don't want to fight with them anymore. I just hope that my sister will have no worries about food and clothing in the future, not seeking wealth and honor, as long as she lives a happy life." Fu Junyao was depressed, and the barriers that had been holding on to seemed to collapse overnight.

He and Fu Hanshuang have never coveted the wealth of the rich family. They just want to repay the kindness of their adoptive father and mother, hoping to develop and grow their careers. But they are gone, what's the point of continuing to do this? Instead of fighting for power and profit with the rich family and creating civil unrest, it's better to let go and hand over these industries to the rich family.

An Bu frowned and probably guessed what he thought. He thought he was not from the blood of the rich family and was not qualified to inherit the wealthy family's industries, but these industries were accumulated bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by his adoptive father Fu Hague and had nothing to do with the rest of the rich family. Since Fu Junyi was the heir chosen by Fu Hague, he was the person most qualified to inherit these industries.

Anbu turned his head and looked at Qu Xiu on the bed, and a thought suddenly popped up in her mind. She had read Qu Xiu's medical records and the large-scale spread of cancer cells was already ineffective. Since that's the case, it's better to try that special medicine, and there might be a glimmer of hope.

But her current identity is definitely not suitable for making this suggestion, so she can only let "Gu'an" appear again.

Thinking of this, Anbu didn't stay in the ward for too long. After comforting him for a few words, he left with an excuse.

Sitting in the quiet ward, Fu Junyao felt a little inexplicable loss in his heart, as if he was abandoned by everyone, and a feeling of loneliness arose.

I don’t know how long it took, but a rhythmic sound of high heels came from my ears, from far to near, and finally stopped outside the ward.

"Dongdong" sounded a few knocks on the door, and the ward door was pushed open. A slender figure slowly walked in, accompanied by the familiar sound of high heels, walked into Fu Junyi's sight.

A black dress and a red windbreaker are dressed in elegant steps and show a mature charm.

Fu Junyao suddenly stood up and called out uncertainly: "Aunt Gu'an?"

"Are you surprised to see me?" Gu An took off his sunglasses and smiled like a royal sister.

A flash of excitement flashed in Fu Junyi's eyes, and then dimmed again. He looked down at Qu Xiu and said indifferently: "Are you here to visit my mother or come to take over custody?"

"None are not." An Bu was not concerned about his cold attitude, walked to the bedside and said, "I have a new drug in my hand that has a certain therapeutic effect on cancer. But I haven't experienced clinical experiments yet. I wonder if you would like to let your mother try it?"

Fu Junyi raised his head suddenly and asked in disbelief: "Are you saying true?"

"I don't need to lie to you." Anbu said seriously, "but this kind of drug has certain risks, and it is illegal to use medicine without authorization, so I must get your permission and keep it strictly confidential."

Fu Jun Yao looked at her intently, with a flash of bright and destructive fire in his eyes. After a moment, he took a deep breath and focused his head: "I believe in you."

This person has never heard of him before, but at this moment, he suddenly appeared at the moment when he was most desperate and brought him a glimmer of hope. Even if the final result was not satisfactory, he was willing to take a risk. With Qu Xiu's current situation, if there is no miracle, he would definitely not live for five days.

With Fu Junyi's approval, An Bu immediately took out the medicine and syringe from his bag and skillfully injected Qu Xiu.

Fu Junyi nervously paid attention to Qu Xiu's changes. After dozens of minutes, everything was as usual and there was no reaction.

He looked up at Anbu with inquiring in his eyes.

"Don't worry, wait until tomorrow, let the doctor do another brain CT for her." Anbu put away the medicine and syringe and reminded, "I hope she can survive this."

This special drug cannot directly cure cancer, but it should be able to relieve the condition and inhibit the spread of cancer cells. If everything goes well, it may allow Qu Xiu to live for several more months.

"Aunt Gu'an." Fu Junyi walked to Anbu and held her hand tightly, "Can you stay?"

Anbu raised his head, looked at his eyes full of anticipation, and smiled, "I think I don't need to stay."

Who said it was unnecessary? He really hoped that she could stay with him.

Fu Junyi knew that he had an indescribable feeling for this woman who was a teenager older than him, so that when he saw Anbu who looked very similar to her, he could not help but treat them as one person.

The only thing he can rely on now is Gu An, and the only thing he can trust is her.

"Fu Jun Yao." An Bu smiled and said, "You are the heirs carefully trained by Fu Hague. Don't be depressed because of a little difficulty. I said, I am your umbrella. Although I don't take care of it very much, I will definitely help when I need it. With your ability, I believe that you can do a good job without me."

"When I need you, I can't contact you at all." Fu Junyi's tone was filled with resentment and grievance, like an abandoned little wolf dog.

"Okay, it's my fault." Anbu stretched out his hand, "Get your phone and I'll give you my number."

"You won't just change the number by turning around, right?" Fu Junyi handed her his cell phone and stared at her face with bright eyes.

"This...try as much as possible." Who knows if she will suddenly lose her memory again next time.

"Try to?" Fu Junyi gritted his teeth, "No, in addition to your mobile phone number, you also have to tell me all other contact information, such as email, yy, qq, wb..."

"Do I want me to tell you all the contact information of my relatives and friends?"

“It’s better.”

"One mobile phone number and one email address, nothing else." All her contact information can be added to compile a genealogy, and she can't even remember it herself, let alone tell others.

Fu Junyi took back his cell phone depressedly and wanted to fight for it, so he heard her interrupt and said, "Okay, I have something to do, let's go first."

"Wait." Fu Jun Yao hurriedly grabbed her, "The rich family should come to the hospital tomorrow. Aunt Gu'an, you..."

"I will come too." Anbu gently pushed away his hand, took elegant steps, and walked away slowly under his gaze.

The author has something to say: Mr. Jian: You actually played role-playing with me on your back, and secretly seduced the young and handsome guys?!

An Laozi: I admit it when playing role-playing, but I won’t take the blame for seducing young and handsome guys!

Mr. Jian: Do you dare to say that you don’t recite it? Am I the young and handsome guy you seduced?

Old Master An:... Are you a young and handsome guy?

Mr. Jian: I am sixty or seventy years younger than you.
Chapter completed!