Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

After Song Le finished drawing blood that day and handed the needle to the woman, he was suddenly stopped.

The woman said in a tactful tone: "Lele, you will bring that person to the laboratory to find me later, okay?"

Song Le was puzzled: "Why... bring him? It's unnecessary, I'll look for it alone,"

With so many people in the research room, the boss is definitely unwilling and uncomfortable, let alone what can I ask him for?

Unexpectedly, the woman interrupted her in shame: "Because I want to do some other examinations briefly, the people in the laboratory... have limited skills. With only blood, it is still difficult to do anything about it."

Song Le was silent.

It took a long time to wonder: "Let me try, if he doesn't want to, then don't force it."

The woman nodded to express her understanding when she heard the words, she held her hand naturally, and said with a little depression and distress: "Okay, Lele, I have worked hard for you during this time, and when this plague is resolved, I promise, I will definitely Let the dean give you a particularly good treatment, and you won't have to be a little assistant who looks at people..."

Before Song Le finished listening, he frowned slightly, withdrew his hand silently, pursed his lips and said: "There is no need for these, I will go back and ask first."

Seeing her becoming more and more ignorant, and now even declining this appearance, the woman didn't seem to be fake, so she couldn't help being stunned.

In the past, she took a fancy to this niece's quick mind, a little cleverness and ambition, so she promoted her in the research institute.

Now that you think you have a backer, you dismiss it?

The woman frowned uncomfortably, and calmed down for a while in the conference room.

As for Song Le, he tried to mention it, whether he should do a little research in the past, and what he got in the next moment was the cold, impatient, and even threatening eyes of the young man.

Song Le was caught in the middle, all his words were swallowed up, so he had no choice but to say bitterly: "Well, it's okay not to go, it's just a blood draw...it may take a long time."

After this period of time, the young man has already understood a lot of professional vocabulary here, and the blood draw is also the same.

Hearing this, he frowned instantly.

His tone was also heavy for a moment: "Long time?"

"Yes. The research seems to have encountered a little difficulty." Song Le told the truth in a warm voice.

"..." When the young man thought that this would happen every day, and it would last for a long time, his blood surged up, and he finally pressed down.

Song Le heard him say coldly: "Go."

As long as it can be resolved as soon as possible.

……

Song Le didn't expect that the boss would pamper her so much, she was surprised and wanted to laugh, but also felt guilty.

She also hopes that a vaccine can be developed as soon as possible, so that the peaceful completion of the task has never been imagined.

Song Le took his hand tightly and walked to the research room, where there were bottles and cans, various instruments, clocks, glass pipes for liquid transportation, and many researchers in white coats and masks with hurried expressions.

The woman was standing in front of one of the instruments, as if waiting for the result.

Seeing them coming from the corner of the eye, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and immediately handed over the matter in hand to another person, turned around and walked over.

As soon as Song Le went up to meet him, he heard a burst of chaotic and anxious footsteps behind him——

Looking back, it turned out to be the middle-aged man he saw that day, and his bodyguards, whose number increased rapidly. mad dog.

"Blood! Where's the blood?! Give it to me! There's no time!! Me, my daughter!" The middle-aged man roared and rushed towards him crazily. No one expected it, even Song Le didn't react .