Mr. Zhao smiled and nodded at her, and was helped by the man into the car.

The special assistant watched the car disappear before closing the door.

Turning his head, he saw Nie Lan standing in the corridor with his arms in his arms.

She was stunned for a moment and hurried over.

"Dean."

Nie Lan looked at her and said in a low voice: "Go and clean up the empty room in the backyard, and I will have someone nailed the windows tomorrow morning."

The special assistant opened his mouth and wanted to say that you didn’t welcome him to send him over.

But looking at the coldness on Nie Lan's face, she left quietly.

Lin Miao was always focused on doing things, but he became addicted to it before a while.

Until she was shocked by a heart-wrenching howl.

She opened the door and found that the sound was coming from the door.

The special assistant was rushing to the door. When Lin Miao came out, she hurriedly said, "The person is here, you can go and have a look."

Lin Miao held the door frame and tilted her head to see the man pressed to the ground by four strong men.

She had seen Hou Tiantian have an attack and knew what was going on at first sight.

But she didn't move, just watched.

One of the men took out the syringe tube prepared early in the morning and gave him an injection.

Then, the man calmed down.

It was not until this time that she walked into the corridor.

Professor Qin and her were both together.

The two came to the man.

Nie Lan asked someone to light up all the lights in the yard.

Lin Miao and Professor Qin squatted down and stared at the man.

Professor Qin held his vein and frowned tightly.

Lin Miao also helped him.

Then release it.

"Even if you get the bugs out like this, people will be useless."

She raised her head slightly and turned around, and found that Mr. Zhao was not here, but the man who followed Mr. Zhao was still there earlier.

The man silently asked her, "Can you cure it?"

Lin Miao shook his head.

"The root is already damaged. Even if you are alive, you will still be sick. During this period, you still have to use medicine as food to raise it."

"That's not guaranteed how long it will last."

"Maybe the bugs were taken out for a few days, and the person disappeared without holding on."

The man frowned so hard that he turned to see Professor Qin.

"Do you have a way?"

Professor Qin shook his head.

The man's face suddenly turned ugly.

He strolled out of the door, and soon Mr. Zhao followed him in.

"Even if the bug is taken out, will it still die?"

Mr. Zhao's voice was a little lower than before.

It was probably because of staying up late.

Lin Miao nodded and looked at Professor Qin. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he said, "He was not very strong in his early years, his foundation was thin, and he never paid attention to it afterwards. At that time, he was a little hurt."

"After the troubles of the Guworm, it has been delayed for so many years, and his body has been dragged down."

"What I just said was my optimistic estimate. In fact, in his current situation, he did not have the physical ability to withstand the pain of pulling out insects."

"It may even die in the middle of the worm pulling."

Mr. Zhao shook violently, but thanks to the man beside him, he did not lose his composure.

"What should you do in your opinion?"

Mr. Zhao saw that Nie Lan was worried about the people here and didn't want to take action. Professor Qin probably recognized him and didn't want to be the first to be a leader.

The only thing he could count on now was the Luo family's wife who didn't know who he was and what he did.

Lin Miao thought for a while before saying, "In my opinion, let's raise it first."

Old Zhao frowned, "To be honest, he has had very frequent attacks now, and he may not be able to survive the day he has been well maintained."

"Then I have nothing to do," Lin Miao spread his hands.

Lin Miao was faint on her face and couldn't help but mutter.

She is just a doctor who is not very successful, and she is not a god with life and death.

The person was so troubled that he lost most of his life. He was only half breathing left before he remembered to save people.

What have you done long ago?

She was just about to dig deep into her talent, but she didn't want to gain a reputation for killing people before she even started.

Mr. Zhao pondered for a moment.

Lin Miao knew very well that he had the idea.

In this situation of my grandson, as long as he is not stupid, no one dares to take over it rashly.

But looking at the moment, the only people who can get the bugs out and live are the only ones.

Mr. Zhao had no choice but to come over to seek medical treatment in a hurry.

He wanted to beg again, but Lin Miao said: "Don't just think about me. The technology is very developed now, and I have a surgery method and it is very flexible recently."

"I know," Mr. Zhao interrupted her.

Lin Miao said that it is minimally invasive, and can open a very small wound to remove the lesion.

However, it does not include living things.

Because no one knows whether the thing will be frightened and where it goes.

It was because of this concern that the surgery was not performed.

Lin Miao stopped talking.

Anyway, her opinion was made, what should she do, and the family members decided.

None of the parties spoke, but Zhao Hai, who was lying on the ground, snorting, as if he was about to wake up.

The man in charge of guarding Mr. Zhao did not say a word, but started to use his hands and held him down.

Zhao Hai woke up in a daze.

He just moved at first, his eyes seemed a little confused, but he also recognized that the one standing in front of him was his grandfather.

Only when he opened his mouth, he screamed.

He probably howled frequently and had he received good treatment, his throat was a little hoarse.

The big drum that sounded like a hole was leaking, making a hissing roar.

Mr. Zhao's face suddenly looked a little ugly, and he was a little shaky.

Lin Miao was too lazy to pay attention to these things, so she turned around and went to the house where she lived.

Since there is no result in discussion, she doesn't want to stay here.

"Miss Lin, please stay," Mr. Zhao swallowed with difficulty, looking at her grandson who was not like her own again, almost begging her.

"We will raise it in terms of Miss Yilin's opinion."

Lin Miao turned his head, a little surprised.

"If I die halfway through, I will ignore it."

"Okay," Mr. Zhao gritted his teeth, "I can have some risk commitment letters. If Haier dies midway, it has nothing to do with the people present, and my Zhao family will never pursue it."

Lin Miao frowned slightly and turned to Nie Lan.

Nie Lan's lips were pursed tightly and her eyes looked to the side coldly.

This is what she wants to make her own decisions.

Lin Miao turned to Professor Qin.
To be continued...