Chapter 870

The CCU isolation room, the passage wall, is a thick glass wall.

transparent, crystal clear...

Inside, there was a comfortable soft bed, the chair in front of the bed, and the fruit plate that Song Wuyou could eat.

With empty walls all around, Song Wuyou sat on the bed, hugging the pillow, thinking endlessly about the baby.

It has been four months since the outbreak of the "Tianlei" epidemic.

Country K and other countries are also researching medicines for "Tianlei", but Jiamugu is the most sensitive to medicines, so far they have no clue.

The medicines developed by everyone working together can only control this virus and prevent this virus from torturing people to death so quickly.

This drug needs to be injected every week to maintain life and keep the heart beating...

But many people, because they couldn't bear the torment of this virus, were tossed and tossed, and still died.

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

This virus can cause pain all over the body, including every organ, every blood vessel, every muscle, every pore...

Song Wuyou was injected with antiviral potion, but he still felt pain all over his body.

Fortunately, she is strong enough, and she uses missing her daughter and Gu Yanhao to relieve the pain.

Flicking ahead, Song Wuyou raised his head.

Outside the transparent and thick glass wall, Gu Yanhao, Mu Gu, Huang Ling, Liu Zhiming, Xu Jing and others came.

They lined up, standing outside the glass wall, looking at her distressedly inside.

As soon as Mu Gu heard that Song Wuyou was infected with "Tianlei", he rushed back from City A immediately.

Seeing that they were all here, Song Wuyou smiled.

The smile was a little pale and weak.

Gu Yanhao stepped forward, put his hands on the glass wall, and looked at Song Wuyou with great distress.

Song Wuyou got out of bed, his whole body ached, and every step was difficult.

In order not to make them feel bad, she swallowed all the pain, trying not to climb up her face.

She came closer, and they saw her bad face.

It gave people a bloodless face that was seriously ill and about to die.

Everyone was terrified and nervous. Heart-wrenching pain.

Especially Gu Yanhao's. At this moment, he is like a thousand arrows piercing his heart. The pain cannot be expressed in words.

The hands pressed against the glass wall were very hard, as if to smash the thick, airtight glass wall.

The air in the isolation room cannot flow out, and the corners inside are supplied with oxygen.

In front of the wall, there is a chair that looks quite comfortable to sit on.

Song Wuyou sat down on the chair, glanced at them with a smile, and then his eyes fell on Gu Yanhao's face, "I'm fine."

In the soundproof isolation room, Gu Yanhao and Mu Gu couldn't hear the voices inside, but they knew how to read lips.

Those three simple words made Gu Yanhao's heart feel like a knife, and Mu Gu's heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

"Wuyou, don't be defeated by the disease, I will research medicine as soon as possible to treat this damn disease!" Mu Gu stepped forward with a serious expression on his face.

Mu Gu's concern for Song Wuyou was already clearly written on his face.

But at this time, what Gu Yanhao cares most is not his feelings for Song Wuyou, but how to save Song Wuyou.

Huang Ling also didn't seem to see Mu Gu's concern for Song Wuyou, her only thought now is: Wuyou can't die... Wuyou can't die...

When she received that Song Wuyou was infected, her first reaction was to be afraid and anxious.