bookrandom Chapter 270 Cold-blooded Cannon Fodder Doctor 10
Chapter 270 Cold-blooded Cannon Fodder Doctor 10
Just as she had suspected, Song Ling not only secretly rummaged through her lab without permission, but also took away a backup.
His purpose in coming to the base was so clear that it was hard to ignore.
Ni Qing snapped out of her reverie, carelessly tore the lab report into scraps, and threw them into the trash can. Song Ling was equally clueless; she didn't even bother to look at the details, only seeing the title, "Experimental Data Analysis Sheet."
What if I print it wrong?
She curled her lips into a smile, then walked out of the lab, casually making a few cuts on the electronic screen to delete Song Ling's fingerprints and iris, leaving only her own.
Song Ling received the lab report and was feeling quite pleased with herself. Even her smile was more gentle and approachable than usual, which made the staff members uneasy.
"Dr. Song is so much better. She has a warm smile and seems very approachable. She's completely different from Dr. Ni."
"Keep your voice down, or you'll be in big trouble if someone hears you."
"What's wrong? She's not telling the truth? Her personality is so eccentric and difficult, she really is a mad scientist."
"But she seemed to treat Dr. Song a little differently. When she saw him, she felt a sense of tenderness."
"When did you go blind—"
……
Hearing these words, Song Ling's smile became even more genuine. Although he had applied to headquarters for this transfer, he also had the authority to research experimental subjects.
Before Ni Qing arrived, he quietly picked up two lab reports. His eyes were as thick as dark ink, perfectly concealing the madness deep within them. Even the smile on his lips was somewhat frightening.
He became increasingly satisfied with what he saw, and then went to an abandoned laboratory. It was clean and tidy, with complete equipment, and didn't look like it was unused at all.
Only Ni Qing occasionally does some small research in this laboratory.
After a moment's thought, he calmed his excitement and started texting: Bring the test subject over.
A short while later, Zhang Hong brought the experimental subject in. Although the silver-haired boy didn't seem to have any intention of resisting, he was still somewhat afraid.
He had already been fired by Ni Qing for his improper handling of the situation, but he never expected to be able to return so quickly, and naturally became Song Ling's assistant.
Later he learned that it was this man who pleaded for him, claiming that he was just anxious and it wasn't a big mistake, and that his intentions were good...
Although I didn't know what Song Ling meant, seeing how seriously he was working, I still felt a little admiration for him.
He brought him to Song Ling in the manner of detaining a criminal.
The clean white table was covered with syringes of various thicknesses, as well as containers of all sizes.
As the moon grew darker, he subtly raised his eyes and looked at the needle he knew all too well. He had been pricked by it frequently in the past few days, so he naturally knew the man's intentions.
Song Ling tried to ignore his inhuman appearance and said calmly, "Keep him under control. I need to draw some blood for research. If he resists, use a stun gun. The future of humanity is of utmost importance, and I don't want anything to go wrong."
He spoke with righteous indignation.
Zhang Hong had already suffered at the hands of experimental subjects, and he had already taken out his stun gun, ready to give him a hard time at any moment.
"Oh my, it's so lively here?" A cold, abrupt female voice came from the doorway.
The group looked in the direction of the sound.
Ni Qing, dressed in work clothes, leaned lazily against the door frame with her arms crossed, her expression indifferent and ambiguous.
Song Ling's smile began to force itself: "You've come."
She nodded, not looking at the silver-haired boy: "Why did you bring him here? Ah Ling?"
Ever since she appeared, Yue Jianchen's gaze had been fixed on her face. As soon as he finished speaking, he tightened his lips and lowered his gaze with a cold expression.
"You'll find out soon enough; this could be a major breakthrough in the experiment." Song Ling feigned mystery, trying to create the illusion of being the first to discover something.
After speaking, he took out a needle and put on white lab gloves. Zhang Hong, being very perceptive, lifted the boy's hand to make it easier for him to draw blood.
Ni Qing walked in slowly, without stopping him, appearing rather leisurely. Throughout the entire process, Yue Jianchen didn't frown even once, while Song Ling seemed rather anxious.
The needle couldn't be inserted several times, leaving only a few dense needle marks.
He only drew one syringe, then looked hopefully at Ni Qing: "Please gather everyone together, I want to verify a guess."
Ni Qing smiled and pretended to be hesitant: "Wouldn't that be inappropriate? Everyone is very busy with work..." Seeing Song Ling's unyielding gaze, she sneered inwardly, but paused on the surface.
Seemingly unwilling to go against his wishes, they compromised and tagged everyone in the main group: Put down your work and come to Lab 2.
In a short while, the once spacious laboratory was filled with people, who were curious and confused, watching quietly.
"Everyone, I have discovered that Number One's blood has a magical effect. It contains super-powerful healing cells and is impervious to water and fire. As long as you drink his blood, your physical strength will double and you will be fearless of extreme disasters."
Song Ling cleared his throat and continued, "I need a volunteer to realize this conjecture. This would undoubtedly be a chance to witness history. Is there anyone willing to step forward?"
After he finished speaking, there was complete silence.
The staff members' expressions became serious and uneasy. Although Song Ling was also very famous, they could not afford the consequences if the result was wrong.
“I do!” a girl stepped forward.
A hint of approval flickered in Song Ling's eyes before she placed the blood into a container.
Ni Qing frowned: "Ah Ling, your experimental results haven't been verified, and the risk is too great. Let's just forget about it?"
The girl turned to look at Ni Qing: "Doctor, I've worked at this base for a long time, mainly in charge of the exterior. Last time, when the artificial atmosphere partially broke, they all came to demand an explanation, but you didn't explain anything."
"So much so that now, they've piled up the bodies of their dead family members at the base entrance, didn't you know that?"
Of course, Song Ling happened to see this scene when she arrived, and she thoughtfully comforted the public, explaining that she would block the news so as not to disturb Dr. Ni's work.
So of course she didn't know.
After saying that, she didn't say anything more, and with almost desperate courage, she drank the cup of blood in one gulp.
Testing then began, including observations of water and fire conditions, wound healing speed, and all scores reached the S level.
Everyone wept with joy, as the problem that had troubled them for years seemed to have been solved.
Only Ni Qing lowered her eyelids, looking indifferent and irritable.
The group needed more time to observe, and their previous surprise and doubt vanished as they waited with hope.
Time passed second by second, and there was still no sign of rejection.
The doctor in white stood silently at the edge of the crowd. His fingertips, hanging by his side, were a little stiff and numb. Just as he was thinking of moving them, his little finger was lightly hooked.
She was startled and looked up.
The silver-haired boy had delicate features and spoke calmly: "What are you thinking about, Doctor?"