Chapter 540

Bai Zhi fainted before the doctor came. A bodyguard who had been around him for a long time said in a low voice, "he may be poisoned."

"What is possibility?" Cangling doesn't quite understand what it means.

What do you mean maybe poisoned?

The man explained, "there was a secret room where only white helped one person enter. His wound didn't bleed much. His physical state shouldn't be in a coma so soon."

Cangling glanced at several people who followed Bai Zhi. When they heard what the man said, their faces changed.

Her temples suddenly jumped, flustered and headache. She immediately took out her mobile phone and dialed the number of 11.

While the doctor was in the villa, 11 also arrived. They unanimously confirmed that Bai Zhi's coma was really due to poisoning.

"Can you solve it?" Cangling looked at Bai's tight lips, and a heart fell to the bottom of the valley.

"What's in his body is a compound toxin. It takes time to prepare an antidote." After that, he took Cangling aside and whispered, "it's best to take the formula from the person who prepared the poison. There's really no way, so he can only experiment slowly, which hurts his body."

He then looked at Bai Zhi again and frowned deeper.

"Speak up." Cangling looked at his appearance of wanting to talk and stopping, and was flustered.

Sure enough, the reality was more cruel than she thought. She frowned and hesitated again and again, "It seems that the poisoned people are deliberately targeting Bai Zhi's well-trained bodyguards. The damage of this compound toxin to muscles is particularly serious and irreversible. They can't find an accurate antidote within three days. After Bai Zhi, he can only be the same as ordinary people, and even his physical quality will be worse than ordinary adult men."

Cangling's face turned white. She clenched her lower lip, narrowed her eyes slightly, and her face was full of gloom. She was quite determined to burn jade and stone.

Seeing that she was almost out of control, Xi regretted that what he said was too serious and hurriedly made up for it, "don't be impulsive. I'll try my best to stabilize his situation first. What I just said is the worst situation."

"Please, I'll find a way as soon as possible." Cangling turned and left.

Eleven looked at her hurried back, sighed helplessly, lowered his head and fiddled with the exquisite cufflinks on his sleeves. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Soon, a tall man came out of the corridor behind him, "isn't it not good to exaggerate like this as a doctor."

"So what." Eleven lowered his head and didn't give him one more in his eyes.

No matter three years ago or now, 11 never liked Mou Yu. In his impression, Mou Yu's existence is countless troubles and disasters for Cangling.

The stupid and self righteous man either pulls Cangling into the mire with his own hands or struggles in the mire. He can only bring Cangling in.

"What do you want to do?" Mou Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the fundus of her eyes shone with dangerous light.

If this guy hadn't been Cangling's friend, he would have let this guy go as far as he could if he hadn't been with her in the three hardest years of Cangling.

"What do I want to do?"

Eleven raised his pale face. His face was particularly gloomy when he didn't sleep enough. He mockingly hooked the corner of his mouth and looked at Mou Yu from top to bottom.

"Shouldn't I ask you this? President Mou, what exactly do you want to do? It wasn't enough three years ago. Do you want to drag her to death before you are satisfied?"

He did not hide his dissatisfaction and dislike for Mou Yu.

"This is between us. It has nothing to do with you." Mou Yu's face sank, but she didn't know how to refute it. She could only express her position strongly and firmly.

He knew he was sorry for Cangling and was trying to make up for it.

But this is a private matter between them after all. Even if 11 is Cangling's good friend, Mou Yu will not give way in this regard, and will not let these outsiders who do not know the inside story interfere in the feelings between them.

"Oh! Self righteous."

Eleven sneered and turned into Bai Zhi's room.

In the room, the invited doctor managed to deal with the wound on Bai Zhi's body. He glanced curiously at eleven who came in, "are you from Nanshi? I don't seem to have seen you before."

This doctor likes to socialize. He basically knows all the doctors who are a little famous in Nanshi, but he has no impression of the handsome young man with superb medical skills, which is not in line with his positioning.

"I'm an outsider. I dress well. Thank you."

After eleven, he made a gesture of seeing off the guests, which was obviously not like talking more.

The man touched his nose. He wanted to give 11 a business card, but he saw his cold side face and low pressure all over. The business card in his hand couldn't be sent out after all.

In the underground garage, Mou Yu stood next to a low-key white sports car, holding the window next to the driver's seat.

"Where are you going?" He frowned slightly and asked with a bad face.

Cangling avoided his dark eyes and didn't know what to say for a moment. She could only say perfunctorily, "go see someone."

"He won't tell you the antidote."

Mou Yu saw his reaction and further confirmed her guess. She pulled her tie impatiently and wanted to pull Cangling off the driver's seat immediately.

"I'll find a way to get him to agree." Cangling's voice was firm.

Mou Qi has never been emotional. On the contrary, for him, he can accurately weigh the pros and cons at any time and make the most favorable choice for himself.

When he was desperate, she was confident that she could exchange enough chips for Bai Zhi's antidote with Mou Qi.

"Do you know what conditions he will make?" Mou Yu's face was gloomy and terrible. His hand against the car clenched into a fist, as if he could break the window at any time.

Cangling didn't dare to look at his face, looked at the other and nodded slightly.

Of course she knows.

Over the past two years, Mou Qi has done so much and performed so perfectly in front of Yan Zhengyang in order to obtain the identity of Yan Zhengyang's son-in-law and the resources and contacts brought to him by this identity.

"Will you promise him?"

Mou Yu's face was completely black, and her fist was creaking.

"I'll find a way to deal with it."

Cangling didn't answer his question directly. She couldn't guarantee it. She had to exchange other terms as much as possible.

In case Mou Qi insists on not agreeing.

She didn't know whether she would compromise in the end.

Between Bai Zhi's life and her nominal marriage, the balance in her heart has long been tilted.

Mou Yu was immersed in the low pressure and found a little reason for a while.

"I'll go with you."