Fake Death Medicine

Qiao Nian's tone gradually turned cold. She glanced at Old Master Qin beside her. "That person's medical skills are about the same as Master's. Even under such circumstances, the chances of saving her are only 30%."

"30%?" Lina's voice trembled. That meant that there was a seventy percent chance that person would die.

At this moment, Gu Zhou's cold voice rang out from the side. "Whether Madam Song Ling is alive or dead is an unsolved mystery. We'll set her status as alive for the time being, but we have to investigate the kidnapping twenty-one years ago from other angles."

Everyone turned to look at Shen Mei, who had been sitting silently in the middle of the sofa.

Worried that Shen Mei would be nervous and afraid, Lina hurriedly held her hand.

Shen Mei was not nervous at this moment, because other than Old Master Qin, everyone else in the room was very familiar.