front of him...She was seen on that cold night, bending her waist and wearing an apron. She had a paper hat made of stacked newspapers on her head, blue plastic gloves on her hands, and held a water-...With a loud "clunk", the heavy blast-proof steel door of the laboratory suddenly slid inward, revealing a narrow gap.

Lien Hua instinctively took a step back, his mind reeling. In that moment, a silver anesthetic gun was pressed against his forehead.

Only then, after a closer look, did he realize that the gunman was none other than Tong Yimo.

Tong Yimo's face was pale, her eyes dull and lifeless. Her long hair cascaded down her cheeks like a waterfall, reaching her waist. She wore a loose white nightgown, looking much thinner than before.

"Tong, Tong, Tong Yimo" Lianhua's eyes widened in disbelief.

Although Pei Jinche had told him beforehand that Tong Yimo was not dead, if Lian Huasheng hadn't seen it with his own eyes right now, he would have suspected he was seeing a ghost.

After all, half a year ago when he found her, she was already dead.

It seems that Pei Jinche was right, he even succeeded in his efforts to make Hua Sheng's father's years of hard work come true.

No wonder they would continue to use her as a test subject.

Lianhua Sheng pondered to himself.

"Do you know me" Tong Yimo asked expressionlessly, her tone calm and devoid of emotion.

Lianhua Sheng looked her up and down, seeing that she was still carrying a silver medicine chest in her left hand, and instinctively raised her hand: "Yes! I know you! We used to be best friends."

"Lien, Lien Shao, quickly stop her, don't let her get away!" Inside the laboratory, a woman's strained voice suddenly cried out.

Lianhua's face stiffened, a sense of foreboding crept over him. He only heard a whooshing sound in his ear before a sharp pain shot through his forehead. The next second, he collapsed to the ground.

He saw Tong Yimo throw the anesthetic gun aside and walk away.

She....

It seems like...

She's truly not the same Tong Yimo from before.

On the other side, in the executive apartments under the Cold Group.

Pei Jinche gripped Xia Xuanling's waist, rising and falling constantly. Until the doorbell rang, the two woke up from their confusion at the same time.

"Who could it be at this late hour" Xia Xuanling couldn't help but wonder.

Pei Jincheng stepped off the bed, picked up the bathrobe on the floor and put it on, then walked out of the room in slippers.

Reaching the front door of the entrance hall, he peered through the peephole beside it and, having clearly seen the visitor outside, immediately swung the door open.

"How did you get here" Pei Jinche reached out and pulled Tong Yimo into the room, quickly shutting the door. Seeing that she was still holding a silver medicine box in her hand, he asked with puzzled confusion, "What's that in your hand"

Tong Yimo didn't say a word, and walked straight into the living room.

In the bedroom, hearing the noise outside, Xia Xuanling put on her clothes and walked out to Pei Jincheng's side: "Who is it so late"

"Hey! How did you get out of the lab" Pei Jincheng ignored Xia Xuanling's question and walked straight to Yi Mo's face.

Xia Xuanling also followed, and when she saw Tong Yimo's face, she was taken aback: "She, she didn't die"

Tong Yi Mo completely ignored the two people's "ten thousand whys" but instead calmly opened the medicine box and took out a box of potions and handed it to Pei Jin Che.

"This is your antidote, inject it once a week, three times for a full course. Your illness will be cured, and afterwards, you'll be normal." Tong Yimo said calmly.

Pei Jinchu took the medicine, looked at it carefully, and asked in disbelief, "You actually stole Uncle Lian's medicine! And how did you escape"

This box of reagents is the final research outcome of even Hua Sheng's father and their team.

To them, Tong Yimo was both a lab rat and an antidote, a cure.

The first subject of the experiment was Tong Yimo, who successfully underwent self-repair. The second subject was a mouse with cancer, and its cancerous cells were also inhibited.

By next month, they will officially launch the product into the market, selling it at a high price to wealthy individuals with incurable diseases. This is precisely why they want to turn Tong Yimò into a vegetable.

"There's someone helping me in the lab," Tong Yimo said, composing herself. "She told me that as long as you were cured, without your medicine, they wouldn't be able to continue."

"Are you sure, the medicine you brought me can cure me" Baek Jin-cheol questioned with suspicion.

Tong Yimo closed the medicine box and stood up from the sofa: "I'm not sure, but you can try. Try it, even if it fails, you won't die. Don't try, and both of us will die."

"Okay! I'll try." Bae Jin-chul nodded.

Xia Xuanling kept hiding behind Pei Jinche, timidly looking at Tong Yimo.

This woman's skin was unnaturally pale, her hair was a mess, and she wore a loose white nightgown. She wasn't even wearing shoes. She looked just like a ghost, truly terrifying.

Before leaving, Tong Yimo suddenly thought of something. She took out a piece of paper from her skirt pocket and handed it to Pei Jinche, asking, "Do you recognize the man I drew"

Pei Jince put down the potion in his hand and took the paper handed over by Tong Yimo. He unfolded it and looked at it.

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