On the hospital bed, the unconscious Mo Yangyang still had her eyes closed. Her expression was calm, her breathing was even, and her heartbeat was normal. It seemed that she was sleeping very well!
Xie Xize gripped the examination data in his hand, his knuckles slowly turning white…
He had never encountered a situation like Mo Yangyang's.
On the path of scientific research, he had always thought that he would not be afraid even if he encountered difficulties, because he could always find the way to the main point in the thorns, just like the super virus last time.
He had a way.
But this time, Mo Yangyang's situation was different from before.
She was not injured, poisoned, or injected with any unknown drugs. All the examination data was very normal.
However, she was still unconscious.
This was too strange. It was just like those supernatural novels where his soul had been extracted…
