Mo Beiyan stared at her face, Tong Ran nodded vigorously, tears flashing in his eyes, "He is my man..."

Mo Beiyan narrowed his eyes deeply and took back his blocking hand.

Tong Ran raised his hand and wiped his eyes.

Mo Beiyan pressed Mo Nanjue's shoulder with both hands and pressed his legs against his waist. "Push it slows down when you inject it. This thing is too irritating."

"Okay...I'll be careful."

Tong Ran took a deep breath, she raised the needle tip and pushed the piston head slightly, and a dark red liquid dripped down...

The mahogany floor was instantly corroded, and a small piece of it was scattered...

Tong Ran's heart sank. Mo Beiyan looked at her, and neither of them spoke.

As long as there is an antidote, it doesn't matter...

Tong Ran retracted his thoughts, at least he couldn't keep burning until shock. Injecting DK was the only way, she could solve it.

Seeing that she had no intention of changing her mind, Mo Beiyan pressed and held Mo Nanjue back.

He believed in her.

Tong Ran held the needle tightly again, she dipped a cotton swab and applied it to the man's upper arm, then pointed the needle tip at the skin, and pierced it very lightly...

"Um……"

Mo Nanjue's tall body was completely arched. He gritted his teeth and tense all over. Mo Beiyan glanced at him, "He... is he directly poisoned?!"

"No, it should be a normal reaction," Tong Ran steadily and injected the entire DK. She pulled out the tip of the needle and threw it away, "Mo Nanjue?"

She leaned over and hugged his shoulders. Mo Nanjue's originally tense body suddenly began to relax. He rolled his eyes twice, and then closed his eyes.

Mo Beiyan tried to relax his hands, and he narrowed his eyes, "He seems not trembling."

He said as he let go completely. Mo Nanjue did not struggle anymore. He tilted his head slightly, as if he had fallen into sleep.

Mo Beiyan hurriedly signaled the man in black to untie the ropes.

Mo Nanjue did not move at all. He lay quietly, his chest undulating smoothly...

Tong Ran took two more cotton swabs, dipped them in cooling oil and rubbed them on his wrist, which was reddened by the rope.

As time passed by minute by minute, the servant took Mo Nanjue's body temperature again, "The eldest young master, the second young master's grandma... The second young master has subsided his fever, and his body temperature is normal now."

Mo Beiyan reached out and touched the artery between the man's neck, and his calm voice suddenly lightened, "He didn't hurt anymore... he should be in a coma."

Before, I was awakened from pain...

Tong Ran suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, she reached out to cover her chest, "It's fine if it's okay... Let him have a good sleep, you all go and rest, I'll take care of him."

Mo Beiyan walked to her, "I'll do it, you too..."

"He is still sick, how can I rest?" Tong Ran reached out and pushed him, "Go to bed quickly. If the Chen family comes to talk about marriage these days, you can't look tired, right?"

"Okay, I'm in the room opposite, you can call me at any time," Mo Beiyan nodded, and he reached out to hold her shoulder, "Don't worry, I'll support you."

Tong Ran curled her lips and smiled slightly, "Well, good night."

"Remember to drink more water."

Mo Beiyan said and turned around and walked out. The rest of the people packed up their things and retreated.

Tong Ran picked up the remote control and turned on the air conditioner to twenty-seven degrees.

The room was very quiet, with only the sound of a man breathing in his ears. Tong Ran walked to the bed and pulled the quilt up to wrap his shoulders.
Chapter completed!