Jian Qing looked at the few doors in front of her that were still waiting for her to enter, and the anxious light in her eyes became more and more determined.
If the result of the next laboratory research is still a failure, then he will start nb immediately.
He didn't go to see He Yiru these days.
He was afraid that seeing the suffering she was going through would make him restless and even affect his calm thinking.
He was also afraid that going in wearing a heavy isolation suit would make her feel worse.
Intense isolation.
Her daily meals and meals are all taken care of by a dedicated person.
He doesn't need to report to him, and he knows what her situation is at the moment.
His previous experimenter was a strong man who collapsed and fell into a coma within a week after being infected, let alone a frail woman like her.
Jian Qing held the few thin tubes with his fingertips and slowly approached the culture bottle.
He had already prepared for the worst.
Even if he had to compete with the Lord of Hell, he would give it a try.
I saw that the mouth of the glass tube was getting closer to the mouth of the bottle, and the ice-blue wall of the thin tube seemed to have received someone's order, slowly retreating to azure blue, then light blue, and finally light blue.
It was like a fight with only visible colors, no fighting and bloodshed, just silent devouring until it disappeared.
The tight muscle lines on Jian Qing's face for so many days finally showed signs of relaxation.
Such a result is undoubtedly the best reward for his sleepless days these days.
He quickly took the molecular structure of the virus in the culture medium and prepared large batches of clones based on the structure in the analysis results.
Soon, injections were developed.
She was very close to He Yiru on weekdays.
The little nurse who was assigned by Jian Qing to take care of He Yiru hurried over.
There were a few crystal clear drops of water hanging in the corners of her eyes.
She couldn't tell whether they were tears or sweat.
She was out of breath.
He stopped in front of Jian Qing angrily, "Dean, it's not good, Xiaoru has begun to have intermittent coma.
She asked me to ask you whether the three-day agreement still counts."
Jian Qing held the only potion in her hand and pressed hard.
He didn't expect that she couldn't hold on on the third day.
Of course he remembers the three-day agreement, and he has been working hard, but he has not tested this newly developed new drug on other patients.
Even if it is really effective, there is no guarantee that this drug will have any side effects.
Still needs improvement.
Only when he was sure that the side effects were negligible would he dare to inject it into her.
He must not risk her future health.
Not at all Jian Qing put the injection into her pocket and folded her fingers in her pocket, "When she wakes up, tell her and ask her to wait for me for one more day, and I will keep my promise."
The little nurse stared at the injection that Jian Qing put in her pocket, and blurted out the words without thinking, "Dean, this injection is the medicine that can save Xiao Ru.
Now that it has been developed, why do you have to wait another day?
You know how weak she is."
Are you okay?"
Jian Qing was angered by her thoughtless questioning.
The depression she had accumulated in the past few days turned into ice and froze in the corners of her eyes.
She said in a cold voice, "I have the final say when to save her.
You'd better understand what you're talking about."
Who speaks."
For him, a reagent that has not been clinically tested can never be called a successfully prepared reagent, not to mention that it still has to treat a very important person in his heart: