Rebirth of the Superpower Queen

Chapter 196 How long can I live?

"Who called? Why haven't you changed your clothes yet?" Qiao Surong came out of the study and saw her hanging up the phone. Seeing her dazed look, he asked gently.

"Ming Shunde, she said she asked her friend, the doctor, to come over. It seems that he wants to help me detoxify. But he is well-informed. He found out what happened last night so quickly!" Meng Zhiling looked at her arm and found that where there was a wound, there was now only a faint mark, which could not be seen without careful observation.

"Well, what happened last night was on this morning's news, so it's not surprising that he knew about it! However, there was no report about the giant shark, not a single word about it. They just said that there were sudden strong waves and tornadoes at the beach last night, as well as the consequences of these natural phenomena!" Qiao Surong grabbed her hand and went to the cloakroom to help her choose clothes for going out.

Ever since Qiao Surong moved in downstairs, Meng Zhiling basically never bought any clothes for herself, but she always saw endless new styles in her closet, to the point that she herself didn't know what clothes she had, and what was the difference between what was in her closet yesterday and what was in her closet today.

"Really? But there were so many classmates and teachers there at the time. They all witnessed the monster with their own eyes. It's impossible for it not to spread!" Meng Zhiling frowned and let him choose clothes for her.

While selecting and questioning, she also knew that these things should not be known to ordinary people, otherwise, the panic of the people would be more terrifying than the destructive power of any superpower. At that time, no one could guess what would happen to this city and this world.

"It seems that the members of your supernatural team are not professional enough. What did Bingyu do before? She was in this line of work. She can help you replace those dusty memories. Similarly, she can also erase people's memories. Similarly, she can even implant a memory that you have never experienced. So do you understand?" Qiao Surong finally chose an emerald green shirt for Meng Zhiling, paired with ripped denim shorts. It was a very youthful and lively outfit. When she changed her clothes, he had finished explaining.

"Implant memory?" Meng Zhiling narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was sensitive to these words.

"Yes, even though Bingyu is missing from the current superpower team, there are still people who can complete this mission."

Qiao Surong took Meng Zhiling's hand again and made her sit in front of the dressing mirror. He clumsily combed her hair, looking so cautious that he was afraid of hurting Meng Zhiling by accident.

"What about Cheng Jiahang?" Meng Zhiling widened her eyes and let him do whatever he wanted. In the mirror, the two of them looked into each other's eyes, as if they could understand what the other was thinking and why they were asking or answering in that way.

Qiao Surong shook his head, as if denying her doubts, and then said regretfully, "Similarly, he can only accept this treatment. I know you feel bad, but he is an ordinary person and must not know this. When we are bad people, we will not hurt them for no reason. When we are good people, we also cannot leave a lifelong shadow on him. We have an obligation to let them choose the life they want."

This time, Meng Zhiling stopped what she was doing and stared at Qiao Surong, looking a little angry.

"How do you know what kind of life they really want? Aren't we making the decisions for them?"

Qiao Surong felt unhappy too. He knew that she was a little excited now, not because of him, but because of what he had just said. She just felt so sorry for the boy who risked his life to save her. She owed him so much!

He held her tightly in his arms, "Mengmeng, don't get excited. Although we embedded the same story as everyone else's in Cheng Jiahang's case, there is still a detailed process of how he got injured and for whom he was injured. After he woke up, he only remembered that he pushed you away when the tornado came, and he was sucked into it, and then he was thrown down hard, so he was injured so badly."

Meng Zhiling kept silent for a while, finally nodded helplessly, and continued to change her clothes. After changing her clothes and shoes, she took Qiao Surong's arm.

"Let's go! Sorry for keeping you experts waiting!"

Qiao Surong smiled and said, "It doesn't matter how long they wait, they probably won't be in a hurry. After all, they have been waiting since yesterday afternoon!"

Meng Zhiling rolled her eyes at him, shook off his arm and walked out.

Not far from the Century Center Apartments, at the InterContinental Hotel, the experts and doctors called by Qiao Surong had already gathered together to discuss the difficulty and seriousness of this incident.

Everyone also felt that Qiao Surong and Meng Zhiling were being too frivolous. They were bitten by such a poisonous tongue, but they still haven't come for treatment and detoxification. Don't they want to live?

"Hello everyone, sorry to have kept you waiting!" As they were whispering to each other, they saw Qiao Surong walk in holding a beautiful woman.

They were all secretly thankful that they had not said anything excessive just now, otherwise if the old man knew about it, who knows what kind of bloody storm would have ensued.

Everyone stood up and greeted him in unison, "Hello, Mr. Qiao!"

This scene was only seen when Ming Shunde entered the Huoshu headquarters.

"This is the poisoned person I told everyone about, my fiancée, Miss Meng Zhiling."

"Old Sun, please take a look at Meng Meng first. The poison is well suppressed, so it should be easy to remove, right?" Qiao Surong said as he took Meng Zhiling to a white-haired old man who had been sitting in the main seat. He turned the back of her hand over so that the wounds and bruises were all exposed to Old Sun and could be seen by others.

"Ms. Meng, please sit down. I can only make a final diagnosis after taking your pulse!" As he said this, the assistant behind him brought a chair over. Meng Zhiling sat down gently and accepted the treatment calmly.

After a long time, when everyone was holding their breath, Lao Sun finally finished a stage of taking the patient's pulse.

He put on his glasses and looked at Meng Zhiling's hands over and over again, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes nodding mysteriously. Everyone looked at him with a look of confusion.

Of course, the person who was most worried was Qiao Surong. He stared at Lao Sun without blinking, expecting his answer, but at the same time he was nervous and afraid that he would tell the result so quickly.

It's so confusing!

On the other hand, Meng Zhiling was much calmer. She smiled and looked at Qiao Surong who was sitting next to her. She stretched out her other hand, which fell into his large palm. She smiled at him, trying to comfort his nervous mood.

"Ms. Meng, it's amazing. You are the only person I have ever seen who could survive for so many hours after being bitten by a fire snake, and there is not much poison left in your body. How did you detoxify it?" Old Sun was very humble, and his eyes shone with golden light, waiting for Meng Zhiling to tell him the method and formula.

But Meng Zhiling just smiled faintly, "Mr. Sun, this is a secret, it's not convenient to tell!"

It's not that Meng Zhiling was being mysterious or unwilling to do good for those bitten by snakes. She herself didn't know that she was just enjoying the fruits of Yin Mang's labor.

If she knew the formula of the medicine, she guaranteed that she would research it and make money from it.

Old Sun also laughed out loud, dispelling Meng Zhiling's embarrassment.

Although doctors have a kind heart and a parental heart, there is competition in every industry, and medicine is no exception.

"But..." Old Sun touched the stubble on his chin and said with a serious expression. He suddenly stopped halfway through his words. It was not known whether he had not thought of the wording well or there were some things that were difficult to say.

"But what? Lao Sun? Tell me quickly!" Qiao Surong stood up, grabbed Lao Sun's arm and asked excitedly.

"However, the residual poison in the body is very stubborn, and now it has a tendency to get worse. If we completely eliminate the residual poison as soon as possible, the residual poison will defeat all the normal cells in the body. At that time, no matter what medicine we use, it will probably be powerless!" Old Sun looked at Qiao Surong with a frown. He couldn't think of a more euphemistic way of saying it, so he could only tell the truth.

"What? Is it true?" Qiao Surong let go of Lao Sun's hand, then looked around and looked at the other people. He saw that the others were either lowering their heads or had the same expression as Lao Sun, nodding slightly.

Qiao Surong turned pale and fell into the chair, not daring to look at Meng Zhiling at all.

Meng Zhiling reached out her hand again and held Qiao Surong's hand tightly. "Don't be nervous. Let's hear if you gentlemen have any good detoxification methods before making any conclusions!"

Qiao Surong smiled slightly, held Meng Zhiling's hand, and waited together for Lao Sun's next speech.

Old Sun frowned even tighter as he looked at the fire of hope that had rekindled in Qiao Surong's eyes.

I had no idea what to say next. Firstly, I couldn't bear to shatter his hopes again, and secondly, I felt embarrassed. Qiao Surong had never asked me to do anything before, but this time, I couldn't do it well. I felt helpless.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qiao, there's nothing I can do!" Old Sun said, lowering his head, not daring to look into Qiao Surong's eyes.

"What do you mean by powerless? Huh?" This time, Qiao Surong looked at Lao Sun sharply, then looked around and found that no one dared to look at him, so he turned his head away again.

Looking at Meng Zhiling affectionately, "Meng Meng, haha, they are all teasing me, right? What does it mean to be powerless? Explain it to me, explain it to me!"

Qiao Surong shook Meng Zhiling's shoulders, his voice getting smaller and smaller, and at the end, there was only endless loss and confusion.

"Su Rong, calm down and don't worry, okay? Wait until the gentlemen have finished speaking. Even if it really can't be cleared, I'm not going to die now!" Meng Zhiling yelled, almost slapping Qiao Surong twice to wake him up.

"Mr. Sun, just tell me directly, how long will it take for the remaining poison to take effect? ​​How long do I have left to live?" Meng Zhiling asked calmly, as if life and death were as serious as what to eat for lunch today.