In the past years, they were too infectious, so they didn't always go into the isolation zone. Basically, they were equipped with a telephone set at the head of their bed. They could call in any emergency, but if there were no special circumstances, they would come in three times a day, once in the morning, once in the middle of the night.

It takes a lot of time to come in. Wear protective clothing. After you come out, you have to disinfect your whole body. Inside and outside, you have to be examined.

So he went in three times a day, and now he is not optimistic at all.

Meng Xinian had already felt that the situation was very bad when he had a ward round more than seven o'clock last night.

Last night, they had a meeting to find a treatment plan. They finally decided that they had to persuade Meng to use the method of fighting poison with poison in the early morning, because they were at a loss.

However, to persuade Meng to use this method in the past is to tell him that he is almost hopeless.

Professor Wen is desperate for him when he thinks about it.

The most promising young League official in the league is now in such a situation.

When the door opened, they all walked in with a heavy heart. They even made a good job of opening the door and found that Meng and Zhang Zhou were psychologically prepared for the cold breath.

"Go to see Meng shaomeng official first..."

the cultural education teacher even felt that he was choked and could not speak.

The others hung their heads and did not speak.

Outside the ward of Meng Xinian, the door just opened, a voice rang.

"Some professors have delayed their actions today. Have you delivered breakfast today? I'm hungry. "

This voice, deep and magnetic, without any weakness, is full of vitality and strength.

Professor Wen suddenly looked up at the doctor's bed and saw Meng sitting on it. Their eyes widened as if they had seen a ghost.

"Meng Mengmeng..."

Meng used to pick his eyebrows and said, "Professor Wen, my name is not Meng Meng Meng."

They thought that the worst situation of Meng in the past was gone, and the best situation was to lie on the bed weakly, unable to speak, his nails had grown up again, and his skin was blackened...

but what he saw now is that his skin color was normal, his eyes were divine, and even his voice had recovered.

A Meng Shao League official who seems to have no problem at all!

A Meng Shao League official who still looks strong enough to beat them with one finger!

What's going on?

Professor Jiang wanted to rub his eyes subconsciously. He looked up and found that he was wearing gloves and a hat with an eye mask.

"Meng Shao League official! How can you... "She thought she was hallucinating.

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