The strongest drug god in the last days

Chapter 89 Portrait of the Laboratory
Both Jiang Xiaomian and Dong Daxian nodded slightly, and they scanned the basic situation of the laboratory with amazed eyes.

This is a national key laboratory. They have never heard of this kind of environment, this kind of structure, and this kind of materials before, let alone seen it with their own eyes.

But Zhang Yue's expression was much calmer.The laboratory where he and Chen Haoren are located is a special-grade medical laboratory, and its specifications are higher than this laboratory.

In the corridors on both sides, there are many portraits, and next to each portrait are small words, introducing the great achievements of these people.

Zhang Yuan pointed to these portraits and said in a low voice: "These people are all top talents who have worked in the laboratory. Even the worst ones have great authority in the professional field."

Shen Huai chuckled, and said in a low voice: "These people are really beautiful, damn it, if I can hang it on the wall for people to exhibit like this in the future, then my death will be worth it."

He Gaoji stopped abruptly and turned around, gave Shen Huai a cold look, and said in a very reverent tone, "Don't insult them, you will never be able to catch up with the people here in ten lifetimes."

Shen Huai raised his brows suddenly, and laughed at himself: "Yes, Grandpa, I am useless in this life. What about you, I think you are like this, I guess the photos in this life will be hung up for others to admire, and there will only be portraits. When the time comes Your face is placed in a black and white photo frame, and I'm really afraid that I won't be able to let it go."

A counterattack with a hidden needle in the cotton.

Zhang Yue couldn't help laughing, Shen Huai's mouth was really vicious.

A slightly angry look appeared on He Gaoji's face.

At this time, Jiang Xiaomian stopped suddenly, staring fixedly at a portrait on the wall, frowning tightly, eyes excited.

Zhang Yue raised his hand to pat Jiang Xiaomian, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter, Xiaomian, do you want to be hung on this wall too?"

Jiang Xiaomian shook his head, raised his finger to point to the photo at the top of the wall, and said in a very low voice: "That person looks exactly like the old dean!"

Zhang Yue followed Jiang Xiaomian's gesture and looked up.

On the wall is a high-spirited young professor, holding a stack of books in his arms, with a calm expression and a faintly bookish temperament. At first glance, he is a very knowledgeable bull.

If you look carefully, you will find that the eyebrows and eyes of the professor and the old dean are really similar.

His name is Jiang Shangzhou!
Same surname as Jiang Xiaomian!

Zhang Yue's eyes trembled slightly, and his fists were suddenly clenched, a little surprised.

Could it be that Jiang Xiaomian really has a close relationship with this young professor?
The research report of the old dean had such amazing conclusions, and the research direction was also close to genes and viruses, which was very close to the research direction of this laboratory.

Could it be that this professor is the old dean?

But how could a promising young professor become the director of an orphanage?

Zhang Yue was puzzled by this, turned his head to look at Jiang Xiaomian, and asked in a low voice: "Xiaomian, the old dean's name is Jiang Shangzhou?"

Jiang Xiaomian shook his head and said in a low voice, "I don't know the name of the dean either."

He Gaoji couldn't bear it any longer. He strode forward and urged everyone with a cold face: "How can we be related to Mr. Jiang Shangzhou if we both have the surname Jiang? Stop daydreaming. To tell you the truth, Jiang Shangzhou Mr. Zhou is the most outstanding alumnus in the history of Capital University. He is a true master of genetics. If you have even the slightest relationship with Mr. Jiang Shangzhou, you can easily achieve great success in your life."

Jiang Xiaomian lowered his head slightly, laughed at himself, and said, "I must have read it wrong. The dean looks down on scholars so much, and he doesn't even want to teach me how to read. How can I be a professor of this level."

"It's good to have a little self-knowledge!"

He Gaoji spoke coldly, looked at Zhang Yue, and mocked: "Okay, don't delay, hurry up!"

Zhang Yue took a deep look at Jiang Shangzhou's portrait, and engraved this face firmly in his mind.

Intuition tells Zhang Yue that even if the old dean is not Jiang Shangzhou, there should be inextricable connections with Professor Jiang Shangzhou.

After passing the entire row of portrait walls, the few people didn't stop and rushed to the laboratory with big strides.

Good man Chen had already been brought here, and he was still tied up. The two students stared at him as if they were facing a formidable enemy, for fear that he would turn into a dead body suddenly.

And more than a dozen professors in white coats were standing in front of the laboratory bench, constantly busy.

Hearing the sound of the door, an old man in his 50s raised his head and looked towards the door.

"Come here? The place is small, there is no room to sit, so let's stand first."

Zhang Yuan leaned into Zhang Yue's ear and whispered, "This old man is Professor Yang, who specializes in virology and is an important first-class existence in the whole world."

Zhang Yue nodded slightly, his expression unchanged and his back straight.

He Gaoji stood in front of several elderly people without any domineering posture at all. He bowed slightly and explained the ins and outs of the matter respectfully.

Professor Yang frowned slightly, with a look of displeasure on his face, and said coldly: "Nonsense! If the zombie virus is so easy to eliminate, how could it become a doomsday disaster that swept across the entire human race? Xiao He, I didn't say you , do you believe in this kind of pediatric trick?"

Then he flicked his sleeves, turned around, ignored He Gaoji, and continued to concentrate on his research.

He Gaoji smiled coldly and turned around with a sneer on his face.

Zhang Yue raised his head proudly, walked to Professor Yang, bowed slightly, and said in a low voice: "You, you must be Professor Yang. The zombie virus is indeed very powerful, but in this world, one thing drops one thing, maybe it can eliminate zombies Viruses are not as complicated as you think."

Professor Yang frowned and turned around, glanced at Zhang Yue, and said in a low voice, "What education do you have?"

Zhang Yue couldn't help feeling slightly embarrassed, and replied in a deep voice, "Graduated from junior high school."

Professor Yang is very self-restraining, and his face remains unchanged.But Zhang Yue was so perceptive that he could already see the contempt that flashed in Professor Yang's eyes.

As a world-renowned expert in virology, he has the qualifications of contempt.

Let alone a junior high school student, even if he is a professor or expert with slightly less qualifications, few people are qualified to talk to him.

But Zhang Yue is no ordinary junior high school student. He possesses a magic potion system. What he can do is far beyond Professor Yang's expectations.

Professor Yang was patient, and asked in a low voice: "Have you studied virology before?"

"How many reports on various virus studies have you read?"

"Not to mention anything else, have you read Mr. Jiang Shangzhou's most easy-to-understand "Introduction to Virology"?"

There were three questions in a row, each of which was aggressive.

(End of this chapter)