Chapter 120 Unprecedented Loneliness

"How much time do I have?" Benson Brown asked calmly. He couldn't figure out who it was.

Too many people wanted to hurt him, and it would take several months to rule them out one by one. Now he just wanted to know how much time was left.

Lynn Walker frowned and put her finger on his pulse. "If we don't find out the person who poisoned and continued to poison you, you may have less than half a year."

It was a conservative estimate. Who knew what the person who poisoned him thought. If he was impatient and directly drugged him with several times the dose, it would be difficult for him to live two months, not to mention half a year.

At the thought of this, Lynn Walker withdrew her hand and said, "I have a pill here, which can temporarily relieve the effect of the drug. As for the rest, I'll make it after I go back."

"Okay, thank you." Benson Brown withdrew his hand and stared at her for a few seconds.

"Ghost doctor, where do you live? I'll ask someone to send you back."