My biological black technology

In the blink of an eye, another two weeks have passed.

The time has arrived on January 12, 2038.

Research center, Cheng Xiang's office.

It was still very early, but around six o'clock in the morning.

Zhao Xue stood in Cheng Xiang's office, holding a rag in her hand and unconsciously wiping the table on the table, with a dull expression on her face.

"It's been a month, where have you been?"

"Don't let anything happen to you?"

Zhao Xue was a little uneasy.

At this moment, the door opened, and Shen Kangwen and Tang Zhengming came again. Seeing Zhao Xue alone in Cheng Xiang's office, he glanced at Cheng Xiang and couldn't help but sigh again.

"Not here yet?"

Zhao Xue shook her head, "No."

"Let's go, Zhengming." Shen Kangwen shook his head, pulled Tang Zhengming and turned around to leave.

"Wait." Zhao Xue couldn't help but say. Since half a month ago, Shen Kangwen and his uncle Tang Zhengming couldn't stop coming each morning and evening. From that time on, Zhao Xue had a vague feeling that Cheng Xiang should be Something happened.

However, it was clear on their faces that something was wrong, but they chose not to tell her.

"Uncle, you must know something, can you tell me?"

Tang Zhengming turned around, glanced at Zhao Xue with complicated eyes, and shook his head, "No news is the best news."

"Wait, maybe, he is just delayed by important things."

The two left quickly. Zhao Xue lowered his head and continued to wipe unconsciously with a rag in his hand.

Not far away, in the affiliated hospital of the research base, Shen Luoyun became even weaker. At this time, he could only lie weakly on the hospital bed. His originally well-developed body became a little thin again.

Oxygen tubes were inserted into his nostrils, and his hands were placed feebly at his sides. Only his eyes were still stubborn and bright, full of desire for life.

Mother Bi Yun no longer goes to work these days and stays beside the hospital bed to take care of her daughter. At this time, Bi Yun is holding a mobile phone and reading a paper on biological sciences to her daughter.

There was a hint of sob in his voice, and Bi Yun turned around from time to time and quietly wiped away the uncontrollable tears from the corners of his eyes, trying not to let his daughter see it.

"Mom...don't cry...be strong...be strong." Shen Luoyun's voice was broken.

Bi Yun quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, turned around, and forced a smile, "Mom didn't cry, mom just... just..."

Seeing the stubborn expression on his daughter's face that was holding back the pain, and the eyes that were trying to smile, Bi Yun opened his mouth, but refused to tell the lie.

"Don't worry...Mom...Mom, big brother...said...I am...important..."

"He will... come to save me..., I can still... persist..."

Bi Yun couldn't find the words to answer his daughter, so he could only nod his head, "Mom, I believe it. Mom, please continue reading your thesis."

"good……"

…

In the research institute, the peak recruitment period after the institute was upgraded to a research base has finally passed smoothly.

The atmosphere in the research base is more active.

The old teahouse place.

Ma Baomin and others gathered together.

"Old Wolf, what's going on over there? Are you all ready?"

"Needless to say, if I personally take action, can those young men refuse to agree? Their relationship with their mentor is like wearing crotchless pants..." Lang Siyuan patted his chest and said.

"Really? Then I will ask Professor Wang another day to see if he really wore crotchless pants with you when he was a child."

"boring……"

"This is called rigor..." Ma Baomin emphasized.

"Stop, that's enough for you two." Fang Huiqin pretended to be angry. After being in a group for so long, each of them has found their own place in the team.

They are all middle-aged people, but they still have constant quarrels on weekdays. According to them, it is a way of leisure and relaxation.

"We haven't seen Mr. Cheng for almost two months. When do you think Mr. Cheng will come out?" Seeing that the scene was quiet, Jiang Junyi couldn't help but ask this topic.

"No need to be anxious about this. Young people, just be less patient. Look at our research base. Today, there are more than 70,000 researchers alone."

"According to Mr. Cheng's consistent research style, 80% of our 70,000 people will be involved in a large project."

"With a research team of nearly 80,000 people, I can't imagine this kind of subject."

"However, this kind of project is definitely big enough. I estimate that Mr. Cheng is probably doing the overall strategic design somewhere at this time. A big project carried out by nearly 80,000 researchers, tsk tsk tsk tsk, it's a big deal." Lang Siyuan said, " However, calculate the time and look at what Mr. Cheng posted on the forum."

"We have now found all the team members in the specific extension direction of biotechnology, and after the team is successfully established, it should be almost time."

"I think we should be able to see the outcome within a month at the latest."

Everything is ready, and everyone is waiting for Cheng Xiang to lead them to new heights.

At this time, the underground research base.

Cheng Xiang still stayed in the office on the ninth floor. Within half a month, with the deepening of the research, Cheng Xiang's physical condition also deteriorated rapidly.

His body became increasingly weak, and he even fainted several times during this period. With the unremitting efforts of Sun Ruiping's team and their all-out rescue efforts, Cheng Xiang barely managed to maintain his last breath of life.

The office next door has been fully deployed as a first aid center, dedicated to serving Cheng Xiang.

However, Cheng Xiang's physical condition is still getting worse and worse.

Sun Ruiping stared at the detection screen with a solemn face. The various data displayed on the screen fluctuated widely.

What that meant, he knew very well, and everyone on the medical team knew very well.

Cheng Xiang relied entirely on drugs to maintain the last vitality of his body. Anti-cancer drugs, nutritional medicines, potential genes, and gene locks were all in a mess.

Cheng Xiang may really die at any time.

The subject of surveillance, Cheng Xiang, was currently on a ventilator, life monitor, intravenous drip and other powerful drugs, but he still did not put down his work.

All members of the medical team did not know what to say at this time, and perhaps, nothing was appropriate.

We can only do our best to maintain Cheng Xiang's life.

"Director." The members of the medical team couldn't help but say to Sun Ruiping. It was just a title, but the sadness in the voice made Sun Ruiping understand the meaning.

"Keep your post."

"This is a battle without smoke."

"Mr. Cheng's only chance is to wait until a drug that inhibits the gene lock is developed."

"Looking at the progress yesterday, it was already very fast!"

"Mr. Cheng is still insisting, and what we have to do is to save Mr. Cheng's life before Mr. Cheng and Director Hou develop the potion and use it."

"Others don't need to be considered by us, and we don't need to consider them!" Sun Ruiping replied forcefully.

Everyone understood the truth behind the words, "Yes..."

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