Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

The CCU isolation room, this wall of access, is a thick glass wall.

Transparent, crystalline...

Inside, there is a comfortable soft bed, the chair in front of the bed, and the fruit tray is filled with fruit that Song can eat without worries.

Four empty walls, Song's worry-free sitting on the bed, pillows, created endless misgivings for the baby.

It has been four months since the onset of the “Typhoon” epidemic.

Country K, another country, is also the most sensitive to the study treatment of "Tianlei”, plus Pastoral Ancient, and has yet to come up with a clue.

The only medicine that you can work with is to control the virus and not let it torture people to death so quickly.

You need to inject this medicine once a week to sustain your life and keep your heart beating...

But a lot of people, who couldn't stand the virus, were tortured, tormented, or died.

They don't want to die, they have poor health, poor immunity, and even with drugs, they can't defeat this terrible virus.

This virus can cause pain all over your body, including organs, blood vessels, muscles, pores...

Song was injected with antiviral medication, but still felt pain all over his body.

Luckily, she was strong enough to relieve this pain by missing her daughter and Gu Xiao.

In front of him, Song raised his head without worries.

Outside that clear and thick glass wall, Gu Xiao, Pastoral, Huang Ling, Liu Zhiming, Xu Jing and others came.

They lined up, like, outside the glass wall, looking at her heartbroken inside.

As soon as Mugu heard that Song had been infected with “Tianlei”, he drove back from City A.

Seeing that they were all here, Song did not worry about his lips and smiled.

The smile is a little pale and a little powerless.

Gu Zheng fronted, his hands against the glass wall, and he looked at Song Wuxi with great distress.

Song did not worry about getting out of bed, his body ached, and he worked hard every step of the way.

To keep them from hurting, she swallowed all the pain and tried not to let them climb onto her face.

She approached, and they saw her poor face.

Gives a bloodless face that is seriously ill and about to die.

Everyone was scared and nervous. Heart-watching pain.

Especially when you look at the pussy, at this moment, he's like an arrow in the heart, and that pain, it's not what words can say.

Press your hands against the glass wall, very hard, like crushing this thick, airtight glass wall.

The air in the isolation chamber, unable to flow out, inside the corner of the wall, provides oxygen.

In front of the wall, there is a chair that looks comfortable.

Song Fengxiao sat down in his chair and smiled at them. His gaze fell on Gu Qiang's face. “I'm fine. ”

Soundproofed isolation rooms, Gu Zheng and Pastoral can't hear the sounds inside, but they understand lip language.

Simple and simple three words, but let Gu Jianxin's heart hang like a knife, let Pastoral heart, scratch pain can not breathe.

“Don't worry, don't be defeated by the epidemic, I'll come out and treat the damn epidemic as soon as I can!” Ancient pasture, with a heavy face.

Pastoral concern for Song has been written on his face without hindrance.

But at this time, Gu Xiao's biggest concern is not his concern for Song, but how to save Song Xiao.

Huang Ling does not seem to have seen Mugu's concern for Song, her only thought now is: No worries to die... No worries to die...

When she received Song's first reaction to the infection, she was scared and anxious.