A young man was writhing in pain on the cork-covered ground. The huge pain made him even scratch his throat with his fingers, leaving long bloody marks on his neck, staining the white sick marks on his body red.
Clothes.
His face had swollen like a fermented steamed bun, and the skin on his face had become thin and transparent, while the blue and red blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible one by one, making him look horrifying and disgusting.
In order to prevent him from harming himself, the laboratory has removed all things in the isolation room that may cause suicide. Things with sharp angles have been removed. Thick cork mats are placed on the floor, the four walls, and even the ceiling.
The walls are all specially treated with a soft touch to prevent patients from committing suicide by hitting the wall.
Separated by thick special bulletproof glass, Han Qingyi, who was wearing a mask and gloves and fully armed, stood coldly on this side, looking at the patients howling in pain in the isolation room, with no trace of sympathy or pity on his face.
There was a hint of cold-blooded boredom in the woman's elegant and charming eyes.
"Failed again."
Xiuya's lips behind the mask dropped this sentence coldly, and he turned around and walked out of the huge white room without looking back.
The director of the research institute followed him cautiously, raising his hand in cold sweat and wiping his forehead.
Han Qingyi walked to the office coldly and took off one of her masks. Xiuya raised her eyes and looked at the director of the institute angrily: "It has been half a year, and there has been no progress at all. Research has been stagnant.
, what are you busy with every day? Are you just showing me a half-dead cripple?!"
The director of the research institute nodded and bowed: "Young Master, it's not that we don't try our best, it's just that... it's hard to break through the bottleneck for a while, it's just a little bit close, it's really just a little bit..."
Han Qingyi was extremely tired of hearing his assurances.
He looked at the director of the institute coldly: "I'll give you another three months, if you can't find the key to a breakthrough..."
The director of the institute had more cold sweat on his forehead: "Yes, yes, yes... Shaodong, we have worked very hard to find someone with a special physique who can withstand the experiment, but we always fail..."
"I don't want to hear any of your reasons," Han Qingyi's elegant eyes flashed with bloodthirsty and murderous intent. She looked like a wild beast eager to find prey. There was no trace of gentleness and gentleness in her body. "I can't find it.
Find it for me!"
The cruelty in his eyes deepened: "Or do you want to be the one being tested?"
The director of the research institute was startled, and almost knelt down when his legs went weak: "No, no, no, Shaodong, please believe me, I will do my best to complete your mission! I will definitely..."