C55 A race against death

A shaky voice sounded from the other end of the phone, indicating Leng Mubai's current nervous state. Bei Yu could understand it, but there was nothing he could do, as he was also confused by Lan Xinyue's poison.

Lan Xinyue was lying on the bed, her pale face covered with an oxygen mask and her body covered with instruments and tubes. The antidote had already been tested on. It couldn't detoxify