Qiao Nian didn't care, but he seemed to see a slightly familiar figure in the corner of his eye.
The girl was wearing a dress from the Xiang family with a small coat on top. She didn't look at all like she was from a poor family when she first started school.
She only glanced at him and then looked away. She didn't care much about the change in the other person's dress, but it was just a little strange.
Do students from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine also help other departments move things?
She thought about it for a moment, and without stopping, she walked out of the office boldly, quickly edited the message with one hand, and sent out a recipe.
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O continent.
Inside a medical research institute.
An old man with a white beard was pouring the liquid from a chemical test tube into the container. As soon as the blue liquid came into contact with the powder in the container, it immediately produced a chemical reaction and emitted a puff of white smoke.
"Ouch." The white smoke floated to the old man's face, and the old man let out a loud voice, and his old face with crisscrossed grooves immediately swelled into a big pig's head.
He covered his mouth and coughed, while running to the side: "Someone is coming quickly!"
"Dean!"
A blond man with blue eyes immediately broke into the door and saw the terrible scene in the laboratory. As if he was accustomed to it, he skillfully put on gloves and poured the reagents in the containers into the wastewater treatment tank, and then opened the laboratory without stopping.
The exhaust system removes toxin-containing air and replaces it with fresh air.
After doing all this, he took off his mask and gloves, looked helplessly at the miserable old man standing in the corner, and said in a somewhat fluent Y language: "Dean, why don't you wear a protective mask?"
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The old man looked miserable and said nothing.
Seeing his reaction, the blond man said helplessly: "I have told you many times, you must remember to wear a protective mask and gloves before doing experiments, just in case."
"How did I know that the reagent should be used less?" The white-haired old man was told by his apprentice, and he retorted very confidently: "I just gently dropped 10CC, and it exploded..."
His disciple looked at him with a pig-headed face, not ashamed but proud, and was speechless.
He understood his teacher's character and simply changed the subject: "By the way, Dean, Professor Karoska came to see you and brought his apprentice with him to ask you for advice."
The old man returned to the test bench without fear of trouble, waved his hand casually without raising his head: "No time, no see."
The blond man was speechless for a while:...
Master Karoska is a member of the Medical Association and one of its honorary presidents, and is well-known in the medical community.
People come to see me, but the dean refuses to see me.
But... the blond man didn't think too much. Although the medical association is awesome, there are people outside the world.
Their Institute of Pharmacy is much more powerful than the Medical Association.
The International Medical Association sounds like a large organization, which is different from the small ones. But to put it bluntly, the experts in those fields are just names in the association.
It's not like their research institute, where the top medical experts are actually doing research.
Their Pharmacy Research Institute has the most cutting-edge medical achievements in the world, and its strength and connections cannot be compared to any medical association.
If anyone in their research institute goes outside, there is no one who is not a arrogant and arrogant master.