Chapter 980

Qin Ke looked as like as two peas of a hallucination. He felt like a lot of years ago when the wind was just taking Geng Yan. He looked down and laughed. Yes, the more dangerous he was, the more he could hide from it, but only to fight.

However, he said that he would not let anyone around him have an accident, so he would stay in Guanghe and always pry open his mouth.

Z A small town in China.

In the dark, a man looked at the secret information in front of him, which was just a pile of garbage. He said with a smile: "Qinke, Qinke, what should I do with you? The more you do, the more I want you to die. Because you are the best opponent I have ever met in my life. What a pity... "

When Qin Ke came home, he saw that xing'er was holding Lin Yin's hand and introducing the names of the flowers in the back garden and the swing frame he made. Anna stood at the door of the living room and the back garden, but she didn't go there. Bishula gave him a wink. Qin Ke walked to her with a smile, She put her arm around Anna's shoulder and asked softly, "Mom, what's the matter with you?"

Anna turned her head and looked at Qin Ke helplessly: "they have exhausted all the ways to deal with you. I'm really afraid. This Yinyin is also a fake. She doesn't recognize me, Xiao Ke. Is she my daughter?"

"I'll go and beat Pierre in a moment. After so many days, I haven't made any progress."

There were two sneezes in Pierre's room.

"No, no, no, I know this kind of thing is not urgent, but..."

Qin Ke knows that during this period of time, everyone has suffered great ups and downs in the emotion of missing their relatives. The more so, the more afraid it will be a fiasco. He raised his lips and laughed: "Dad, mom, we are all helpless about Yinyin's illness, We can only place our hopes on Pierre, a layman. But I can show you the miracle. "

Bishura came quickly.

Qin Ke said with a smile, "xing'er, come here."

Star son pulls Lin Yin full of sweat, full of spirit ran over: "Dad."

Qin Ke took Lin Yin, looked at xing'er and said softly, "I haven't heard xing'er play the piano for a long time. How is that song practiced?"

"Mommy." Xing'er immediately took Lin Yin and ran to the piano. "Mommy, you sit next to xing'er and xing'er plays the piano for you."

Qinke holds bishula and Anna and sits down beside them.

The familiar melody, Lin Yin eyes empty sitting beside, until the star's singing, she from time to time turned to look at Lin Yin, gradually, Lin Yin pale face has some color, lips also have some radian, slowly, her lips opened, followed the star to sing.

For so many days, Lin Yin is like a doll in front of them. She has no thought, no language, only xing'er talks with her and chats with her tirelessly, but now she is singing.

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Pierre checked the email in his mailbox, but it has been so many days, and he has not been waiting for the response there. They have not dabbled in this aspect of research, and it is not easy to find the relevant information. He continued to search about the prescription left by Nie Tiancheng. In fact, what he wanted most was to study whether the medicine in his prescription could have other effects.

What's more, Nie Tiancheng's death has become a knot in Pierre's mind. It's a pity that such a good doctor, if he is still alive, they can study medical problems together. He would not feel aggrieved to say that Nie Tiancheng was his master.

Lin Yin has been drinking the medicine for nearly a week, and seems to have no progress. I heard that Lin Ruoxi had been drinking it for half a month, and then he started to kill Nie Tiancheng. The two of them as like as two peas, should be the same, because the people there are determined to fake it. They will be exactly the same.

At this time, his computer rang, he quickly looked up, the information they found shows that Lin Yin's situation is completely possible, even now cured of her madness, she may still be hypnotized. And, you have to find the person who gave her instructions.

Isn't it the same as not saying?

Then, another email came. They found out some of the most powerful hypnotists in the world. I don't know if it's possible to release this command.

Sure enough, it's the same as he thought. It's just like the key and the lock. Of course, you can find someone to forcibly pry it open, but no one can predict whether there will be any consequences.

He couldn't understand why Mr. Nie would treat Lin Yin with a kind of medicine completely contrary to her illness.

Pierre heard Nie Yangshu's voice and ran down: "asshole, follow me up."

"I'm here for business with Qin Shaoyou... What did you call me just now?""It doesn't matter. Hurry up." Pierre dragged up as like as two peas. "Do you look at this prescription carefully, is it exactly the same as before your father?"

"It's my dad's handwriting, that's right. However, I remember that at the beginning, my father gave Lin Ruoxi another kind of medicine. Later, when her condition improved, he changed it for her. Pierre, do you think that Lin Yin's condition has not improved after all this time? " Seeing Pierre nodding, Nie Yangshu frowned and thought for a while, "then I'll go back and see if I can find the previous prescription."

"You said... Why didn't you learn anything from your father?"

"It's no use doing things without talent." Nie Yangshu saw that Pierre's computer webpage still had the name information about the prescription on it. He was stunned for a moment. "Do you doubt that there is something wrong with my father's prescription?"

"Of course, I don't doubt your father, but it's really strange. Lin Yin's current situation is that using this drug will only aggravate her condition. According to the information on the Internet, if you take it for a long time, it is likely to completely turn into dementia. Is it because your father wants to take risks to learn the extreme method I used to treat Lin Yin, To fight with poison? "

"My father would never do such a thing." Nie Yangshu carefully looked at the information on the computer and compared the name on the prescription, "in fact, my ancestors are all practicing medicine, and my father is a genius in this field, so he became a famous doctor later. But maybe it's because he's used to staying in the hospital, and the drugs he uses will only definitely cure the disease, not adopt the method you said. "

Pierre frowned: "how can I listen to you? I don't like it? When you say that, it's like I'm not a doctor in a regular hospital. It's really not helpful. " A cold hum.?