Qiao Nian took it over.
Then I heard him say: "This is not the final version. It is just a temporary drug to control his seizures. It contains morphine peptides, which can reduce the activity of microorganisms in his blood. It has certain side effects on the human body, such as drowsiness and mental fatigue."
"Yeah." Qiao Nian nodded his chin and looked over: "How long will it take to make the final version of the antidote?"
Zhong Yilu laughed out loud: "Do you think it's easy to make a special medicine?"
The girl put the glass tube in her hand in her hand and lowered her eyes: "No, I know it's not easy."
Zhong Yilu pointed at the special medicine in her hand and said, "This is what I asked other people in the Pharmacy Association to put down their work and work overtime to research. If you want the final version of the antidote, it may take at least three months, and at most half a year or a year."
Zhong Yilu didn't say, maybe it will take even longer.
"So-called special medicines are usually for rare and difficult diseases on the market. We can find very few cases, and we have to use the limited cases to research professional targeted drugs. Do you know that for many immune diseases and cancers on the market, it may take ten or twenty years to develop a targeted drug? This is the fact! The most difficult thing to conquer in medicine is targeted drugs."
He had been very restrained, but he couldn't suppress the high spirits in his eyes and eyebrows. He glanced at Qiao Nian and couldn't hide his smug tone.
"Why do you think the hidden families and politicians from various countries are so courteous to the Pharmacy Association? They are afraid of getting sick, and even more afraid of contracting a difficult disease, and then having to ask the Pharmacy Association for help in the future, so they accept the good fortune in advance."
"Hmm." The girl looked discontented, turned around, unzipped her bag, stuffed the glass tube into her bag, and did not comment on Zhong Yiliu's words.
She filled the medicine and then looked at the old man: "In other words, we still have to find a way to find an antidote."
Zhong Yiliu lowered his eyes. "You can think so."
*
the other side.
Moody returned to his residence.
As soon as he entered the door, he went to the wine cellar, picked out a bottle of liquor, uncorked it, took a glass and poured himself a full glass of wine.
He raised his head with an expression of surprise and drank it all in one gulp, then tilted the bottle and filled it again.
The assistant watched his series of actions for a long time before he dared to approach cautiously and asked, "Mr. Mu, you went to find that person, what was the result?"
Moody finished the liquor in the glass again, the veins in his arms clenched: "It's her."
"Are you sure?" The assistant was about to ask how he was sure when he heard the man's cold and sinister voice: "She went to the vault just as the note said."
"She's been there..." The assistant wanted to say, 'Even if Qiao Nian has been to the vault, it doesn't mean that she was the one who killed the person. Wouldn't it be too hasty to judge based solely on the fact that Qiao Nian has been to the vault?'
"What I want is her motive." Moody interrupted him without giving him a chance to speak. His face was filled with coldness that was about to drip off him. He poured himself the third glass of wine of the day and gulped it down. His throat was stinging from the spicy dryness of the liquor, and Moody's eyes were irritated and red.
"She admitted to going to the vault herself, so we have a motive!"
It was clearly written on the note that Qiao Nian was poisoned when he broke into the vault... Now that he had found out that the theft of Elena's vault was true and that Zhong Yiliu from the Pharmacy Association was here, what else was there to doubt? Everything written on the note was true!
Qiao Nian has a motive to kill Elena!
As for the evidence