My Corpse is Bohemian

The square-inch laboratory is located in an industrial park in the suburbs, with an area of ​​only 600 to 700 square meters. In addition to him, the researcher has also hired two university professors and graduate students of related majors, all of whom are geeks with a simple mind and a passion for research.

An Bu brought Jian Ningxuan to the laboratory, Fang Cun immediately greeted him enthusiastically, and couldn't wait to show them his findings.

"This drug is so amazing that it can definitely be called the greatest invention of modern times. It can not only greatly enhance human physique, but also effectively inhibit the growth of cancer cells and greatly reduce the mortality rate of advanced cancer patients."

Jian Ningxuan and An Bu have read the complete research data, and are not surprised by the effect of the special drug. It's just that Mo Dongxiao and his wife didn't have time to conduct clinical experiments, which led to fatal disasters. As a result, the results of this research could not be released, nor could they be released casually, because the most important element of this medicine is Molly's blood.

"The person who developed this drug is a genius. If I have the opportunity, I really want to worship. I don't know what stage their clinical trials are in, and how long is it before the official launch?" Fang Cun was still gushing. , the excitement is beyond words. He didn't know Mo Dongxiao and his wife, and naturally he didn't know the stakes. He simply wanted to conduct in-depth research based on this medicine.

An Bu said: "This medicine will not be on the market for the time being, because several medicinal materials are seriously scarce and cannot be put into production at all, and can only be used for research purposes."

Fang Cun sighed regretfully, and then said with a shy face: "Sister An, do you still have this medicine there? Can you give me a few tubes?"

The last time An Bu found ten tubes of special medicine in Mo's laboratory, he divided two tubes for Fang Cun, and left a few tubes for later use. Any medicine has a shelf life, and it can only be kept for two or three years at most. Even if she wants to leave it to Molly, she can't do it, so it is not impossible to take out a few tubes for Fang Cun to experiment.

"Have you used up the two tubes you gave you last time?"

"not yet……"

"Then wait until it's used up." An Bu reminded, "This potion can't make more finished products in a short time. I can only give you two more tubes at most."

"Understood, I will save it!" Fang Cun raised his hand to assure.

Afterwards, he took An Bu and Jian Ningxuan to visit the laboratory and introduced them to several other researchers and their recent research projects.

After staying in the laboratory all morning, Fang Cun and a few people were invited to have a meal, and then An Bu and Jian Ningxuan said goodbye and left.

Back at the villa, Jian Ningxuan suddenly said, "Step by step."

"what?"

"You have a good relationship with Fang Cun?"

"not bad."

"He has his own laboratory at a young age, and he seems to be very capable and financially superior."

"Huh?" Hearing this casual tone, An Bu couldn't help but looked up at him and replied casually, "It's outstanding."

Jian Ningxuan silently opened her notebook and stopped talking.

An Bu raised his eyebrows, rubbed his arms around his waist, and said affectionately, "But in my eyes, Mr. Jian is the most outstanding."

Jian Ningxuan raised her eyebrows and lowered her eyes: Really, what are you talking about for no reason, he has no other intentions... (quietly flashing)

An Bu smiled: "Mr. Jian, why do I like you so much?"

Jian Ningxuan: ...I'm really not reserved at all.

With this thought in mind, her hand was already on her waist, her head turned to kiss her lips, her eyes were as pure as water, without impurities, clearly reflecting a person's figure.

In his eyes, An Bu felt the happiness of being regarded as a treasure, full of brilliance...

The next day, Anbu's small black house was lifted and took over the nursing work again.

When I came to Fu Junyao's residence, I got a message from the nanny that Fu Junyao's mother became seriously ill yesterday and was rushed to the hospital.

After asking for the address, Anbu rushed to the hospital again.

According to the nanny, Qu Xiu got up to go to the toilet last night, slipped accidentally, was hit on the head twice, fainted on the spot, and the situation was critical.

After emergency treatment, the doctor announced an unsatisfactory result. Qu Xiu's condition deteriorated, and it is conservatively estimated that there are only three or five days left to live.

Fu Junyao sat alone on the edge of the bed, silently looking at Qu Xiu on the bed, the drawn curtain cast a dim shadow on him.

An Bu walked to him with the food box, took out the meals one by one, and placed them on the table.

"Let's eat something."

Fu Junyao moved his lips a few times and said in a hoarse voice: "I was adopted by a wealthy family, and my adoptive parents and adoptive parents were very kind to me. I vowed to be filial to them, but they did not give me this opportunity. My adoptive father died less than a month ago. Nian, my adoptive mother is about to leave me."

An Bu looked at this 20-year-old young man, while he was going to college, managing the company, and taking care of his sick mother and underage sister, he was under unimaginable pressure.

She had promised to protect them as Gu'an, but in the end she didn't.

"When the adoptive mother dies, the rich family will come to fight for the property. I'm very tired and don't want to fight with them anymore. I just hope that my sister will have no worries in the future, not seeking great wealth or honor, as long as she is happy." Fu Junyao Depressed, the barriers that have been strong seem to have collapsed overnight.

He and Fu Fushuang have never coveted the wealth of the rich family, just to repay the kindness of the adoptive parents and adoptive mothers, hoping to develop their careers. But they're gone, so what's the point of continuing to do it? Instead of fighting for power and profits with the rich and creating civil unrest, it is better to let go and hand over these industries to the rich.

An Bu frowned, probably guessing what he was thinking. He believes that he is not of the rich family's blood, and is not qualified to inherit the wealthy family's property, but these properties are accumulated little by little by his adoptive father, Fu Hague, and have nothing to do with the rest of the rich family. Since Fu Junyao is the heir chosen by Fu Hague, he is the most qualified person to inherit these properties.

An Bu turned to look at Qu Xiu on the bed, a thought suddenly popped into his mind. She had seen Qu Xiu's medical records, and the cancer cells had spread over a large area, and it was impossible to recover. In this case, it is better to try that special medicine, there may be a chance of survival.

But her current status is definitely not suitable for making this suggestion, and she can only make "Gu An" appear again.

Thinking of this, An Bu didn't stay in the ward for too long. After a few words of comfort, he excused himself and left.

Sitting in the quiet ward, Fu Junyao felt a bit of inexplicable loss in his heart, as if he was abandoned by everyone, and the feeling of loneliness emerged spontaneously.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a faint rhythmic sound of high-heeled shoes in my ears, from far to near, and finally stopped outside the ward.

There were several knocks on the door, and the door of the ward was pushed open, and a slender figure walked in slowly. Accompanied by the familiar sound of high-heeled shoes, the models walked into Fu Junyao's sight.

Wearing a black dress and a red trench coat, she walked elegantly and showed a mature charm.

Fu Junyao stood up abruptly and called out uncertainly, "Auntie Gu'an?"

"Are you surprised to see me?" Gu An took off his sunglasses and showed a smile like a royal sister.

A flash of excitement flashed in Fu Junyao's eyes, and then it dimmed again. He looked down at Qu Xiu and said indifferently, "Are you here to visit my mother, or to take over custody?"

"Neither." An Bu paid no attention to his indifferent attitude, walked to the bedside, and said, "I have a newly developed medicine, which has a certain therapeutic effect on cancer, but it has not been clinically tested. Know if you'd like to let your mother try?"

Fu Junyao suddenly raised his head and asked in disbelief, "Is what you said true?"

"I don't need to lie to you." An Bu said seriously, "But this medicine has certain risks, and it is illegal to use it without authorization, so I must get your permission and keep it strictly confidential."

Fu Junyao stared at her intently, his eyes flickering with indefinite fire. After a while, he took a deep breath and nodded his head: "I believe in you."

This person had been silent before, but at this moment, when he was most desperate, he suddenly appeared and brought him a glimmer of hope. Even if the end result is unsatisfactory, he is willing to take a chance. With Qu Xiu's current state, if there were no miracles, he would definitely not survive for five days.

With Fu Junyao's approval, An Bu immediately took out the medicine and needle from the bag, and gave Qu Xiu an injection skillfully.

Fu Junyao nervously paid attention to Qu Xiu's changes. After tens of minutes passed, everything was as usual, and there was no response.

He looked up at An Bu with a question in his eyes.

"Don't worry, let the doctor do another brain CT for her tomorrow." An Bu put away the medicine and needle, and warned, "I hope she can get through this."

This special drug cannot directly cure cancer, but it should be able to alleviate the condition and inhibit the spread of cancer cells. If all goes well, it may allow Qu Xiu to live for a few more months.

"Auntie Gu'an." Fu Junyao walked to Anbu's side and held her hand tightly, "Can you stay?"

An Bu raised his head, met a pair of expectant eyes, and smiled: "I don't think I need to stay."

Who said it wasn't necessary? He really wanted her to stay, to stay by his side.

Fu Junyao knew that he had an indescribable affection for this woman who was a dozen years older than him, so much so that when he saw An Bu who looked a lot like her, he couldn't help thinking of them as a person. .

The only one he can rely on now is Gu An, and the only one he can trust is her.

"Fu Junyao." An Bu said with a smile, "You are the heir of Fu Hague's careful cultivation, don't be discouraged because of a little difficulty. As I said, I am your umbrella. Although I don't usually take care of things, when I need it, I will be there for you. I will definitely help. With your ability, I believe you can do well without me."

"When I need you, I can't contact you at all." Fu Junyao's tone was filled with resentment and grievance, like an abandoned wolf dog.

"Okay, it's my fault." An Bu stretched out his hand, "bring your phone, I'll give you my number."

"You won't turn your head and change the number, right?" Fu Junyao handed her his mobile phone and stared at her face with piercing eyes.

"This... as much as possible." The ghost knows if she will suddenly lose her memory next time.

"Try?" Fu Junyao gritted his teeth, "No, in addition to your mobile phone number, you have to tell me all other contact information, such as email, YY, QQ, Weibo..."

"Do you want me to tell you the contact information of all my relatives and friends?"

"That's better."

"One mobile phone number, one email address, nothing else." All her contact information added up to compile a family tree, and she couldn't even remember it herself, let alone tell others.

Fu Junyao retracted his phone depressedly, and wanted to fight for it, when he heard her interrupt: "Okay, I still have something to do, so I'll go first."

"Wait." Fu Junyao quickly pulled her back, "The rich family should all come to the hospital tomorrow, Aunt Gu An, you..."

"I'll come too." An Bu gently pushed his hand away, took elegant steps, and walked away under his watch.