"What's the value now?" Qi Yan asked suddenly without stopping the movement of his hands.
Tan Bengbeng snapped back to his senses, staring at the meter in his hand, "0.88, it's still 0.12 away from the saturation value."
Tan Bengbeng's reaction was already very fast, there was no look of walking past God on his face, and he still had the professionalism of a doctor.
But her breath has obviously changed.
Others can't tell, who is Qi Yan
A person who cared more about herself than she did, when she heard her report, paused her hands slightly, and gave her a sideways glance.
"What's the matter? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to take a break?"
This was probably the first time Qi Yan was in the laboratory, and he was distracted by other things.
When she met his worried gaze, her heart skipped a beat.
Immediately, he suddenly understood why he didn't allow her to come in when he was doing experiments before.
She can help him with other things, but his emotions can only be controlled by himself... and when she is around, he can't control it...
Tan Bengbeng's eyes flashed, and he suddenly put the instrument in his hand in front of him.
"I'm fine. I'll wait for you outside first. You can finish the experiment quietly before coming out."
"Bang Beng..."
Qi Yan frowned and was about to say something when Tan Bengbeng suddenly covered his mouth with his hand.
Feel the palm, those two soft lips.
The roots of her ears turned red slightly.
Take a deep breath, let yourself calm down, and said seriously.
"My stay will affect you. The old Patriarch's illness has been dragging on for too long, and Mo Yongheng probably has no other choice, so he made such a bad plan. Let us help find the medicine that can heal the old Patriarch..."
Tan Bengbeng paused and continued.
"I never told you that when I was a child, I met the old patriarch. He was a dignified and loving old family member. However, his kindness can only be seen when he sees his granddaughter. Not only Xiao Mumu, the direct granddaughter, but even My granddaughter who has no blood relationship with the Mo family, he will also smile at me, secretly give me sweets and call me Xiaobengbeng when no one is paying attention."
The old head of the Mohist family is an old man full of legends, but he is also an old man who yearns for family happiness.
Grandpa Tan Bengbeng passed away early, and in her impression, Mo Chengxian was her grandfather.
Even if it wasn't because of Nian Xiaomu, she still hoped that the old man would get better.
Can he... understand
After Tan Bengbeng finished speaking, he gently let go of Qi Yan's hand.
Biting his lips nervously, "Qi Yan, can I ask you to develop a medicine that can treat the old Patriarch as soon as possible?"
Hearing this, Qi Yan put away his foolish expression.
The bewitching two-color pupils reveal a rigor that is rarely seen in normal times, and the thin lips are slightly parted.
"I will try my best, but haste makes waste. You should know that I am not deliberately delaying time. You have already opened your mouth. Even if I don't eat or sleep, I will definitely develop an antidote in the past two days, just a little... "
Qi Yan's hand touched her face, and his fingertips rested on the corners of her eyes.
The tone is a little dull.
"In the future, except for me, you are not allowed to cry for others!"
"..."
Tan Bengbeng walked out of the laboratory mechanically.
Looking back at the slowly closing automatic door, the image of Qi Yan stroking the corner of her eyes and warning her not to cry for others kept appearing in front of her eyes.
How could he even threaten people so confidently
What was even more frightening was that her heart was beating very fast, as if something was gradually losing control...