This time, Zhuo Junyue couldn't hold on anymore.
By the time Zuo Mufeng arrived, he had passed out.
Feng Youjia was frantic, he had gone mad earlier, smashing almost everything on the office desk.
The once neat and clean office was now a wreck.
"The president's condition was very unstable just now, as if he turned into a different person, second young master, you must save the president."
Zuo Mufeng took Zhuo Junyue's hand, checked his pulse, it was erratic, a bad sign.
The teacher had already optimized the formula for the virus, but the question remained, would it work?
The virus reproduced rapidly in the later stages, controlling its development was extremely difficult.
As for how to detoxify it, not even the teacher had any clue at the moment.
In the South Border, the people sent there still came back empty-handed.
"We can only send my brother to the hospital, Youjia, you go arrange it."
