What shocked the staff even more was that there was an old man following behind Ling Yurou.
Isn't that Mr. Xingzhu, the company's general medical consultant?
The two staff members felt a sense of disbelief.
Mr. Xingzhu has a rebellious temper and thinks very highly of himself.
I never left the laboratory at all.
Even if I see him occasionally, he is calm and calm, walking slowly and leisurely.
Where have you ever seen someone running as crazy as he is now?
"Hello, Mr. Ling, hello, Mr. Ling."
The two staff members were frightened and stood up straight to greet Ling Yurou and the others.
The embarrassing thing is that neither Ling Yurou nor Xingzhu looked at them.
He ran past the two of them like a gust of wind.
In an instant, he was standing in front of Yang Haoran.
"Yang Haoran! Is it really you?
You are here to help us save the people of China, right?"
Ling Yurou was so excited that she was a little incoherent, and her heart was beating fast.
"Master Yang, you are finally here.
With you here, the people of China are finally saved!"
Xingzhu had a rare expression of excitement, like a child.
The two staff members were stunned, and then felt a chill and felt ashamed.
I immediately understood that what Yang Haoran said just now was true.
He is really here to help Wuchen Pharmaceutical Company.
They actually suspected Yang Haoran. They were really nothing.
Yang Haoran looked at Ling Yurou and Xingzhu with a smile, and nodded towards the two of them.
"Don't make me sound so awesome, I'm not absolutely sure yet.
I need more information and clinical patients.
Take me there now, we can't waste any more time."
Ling Yurou nodded repeatedly: "Okay, then I'll have to work hard for you.
Let's go to the lab, there's everything you need."
Ling Yurou took Yang Haoran into Wuchen Pharmaceutical Company.
While passing by two staff members.
The two staff members bowed towards Yang Haoran in shame.
"Sir, I'm sorry, please save those who are infected with the plague."
Yang Haoran nodded with a solemn expression.
"I can't promise what the outcome will be, but Mr. Yang will definitely go all out."
The two staff members were shocked, looking at Yang Haoran's retreating back as if they were seeing a big mountain.
"Go all out! What kind of spirit is this?"
"Yes, we actually look down upon others.
This is the real person worthy of our admiration."
In a small courtyard on the outskirts of Linzhou City in Dahua State.
Stankar stood with a gloomy face and let out a creepy sneer.
"This is a germ brought from the demon world, something beyond this interface.
With your current medical conditions, you can only wait to die!
Ha ha!"
It turns out that this suspended animation was not an accident at all.
It was Stankar who deliberately caused the disaster in order to retaliate against Yang Haoran.
He released the initial virus into the water system of Great China.
The virus divides and spreads rapidly in water, reaching a jaw-dropping speed.
Afterwards, Stankar traveled throughout Great China carrying the newly cultivated virus.
"This is just the appetizer for the first step, there are more feasts waiting for you!
Damn Yang Haoran, you ruined my plan and the demon seed.
Then I will destroy your kingdom!
I won’t feel at ease even if you die, these people are all caused by you!”
As soon as he spoke, Stankar's body turned into a black shadow and disappeared from the place.
Inside the laboratory of Wuchen Pharmaceutical Company.
Xingzhu ran forward and backward, doing everything himself, like a diligent apprentice.
This scene shocked all the laboratory personnel.
You know, normal Xingzhu has never been like this.
I have always focused on medical skills and ignored external things.
No matter how big a person he is, he will not let Xingzhu compromise at all.
But who is the young man that Xingzhu is treating so diligently now?
"Master Yang, here are all the materials and research results we have so far."
Xingzhu, who was still frowning before, now looks very active.
He has a fascinating confidence in Yang Haoran.
It seemed as if Yang Haoran would definitely succeed as long as he took action.
Yang Haoran sat on the table and looked carefully.
With my photographic memory, I quickly read through all the information.
"I understand, are there any clinical patients? I need to confirm."
"Yes, but you need to wear protective clothing. I will have someone prepare it for you now."
Ling Yurou replied.
Yang Haoran just waved his hand: "No, it takes too much time. I don't need it."
Ling Yurou was stunned and wanted to continue to persuade.
Xingzhu had already interrupted: "Listen to Master Yang, there must be nothing wrong with him."
Yang Haoran moved forward lightly, but Xingzhu and Ling Yurou still put on protective clothing and entered the isolation ward.
Twenty patients were admitted there, with varying degrees of severity.
Except for three patients with mild symptoms who are still conscious.
The remaining patients have truly fallen into a state of suspended animation, no different from being in a vegetative state.
Yang Haoran prepared the silver needle before entering the ward.
Prick into the patient's acupuncture points and check the patient's reaction.
It wasn't until half an hour later that Yang Haoran left the ward.
Before leaving the ward, Yang Haoran ordered the doctor on duty.
"I need one thousand milliliters of blood from critically ill patients. I will extract the blood from these patients and give it to me as soon as possible."
The doctor on duty was obviously hesitant because Yang Haoran looked like a stranger after all.
Ling Yurou said coldly: "Do as he said.
From now on, we must fully cooperate with all Mr. Yang Haoran’s instructions.”
The doctor on duty then became busy.
In the laboratory, Xingzhu and Ling Yurou were all looking at Yang Haoran.
"Yang Haoran, how are you?
Are there any new discoveries? How sure are you?"
Ling Yurou asked softly, but obviously a little anxious.
"The patient's condition is a bit strange.
What caused their illness was not a pure virus, but something similar to a poison.
I suspect that this plague is related to some evil practitioners!"
"Hiss! Are you saying that someone deliberately created this plague?"
Ling Yurou exclaimed, feeling shuddering.
If Yang Haoran's guess is true, then the person who created the plague should go to hell.
Yang Haoran nodded: "This is very possible.
Because this virus cannot exist naturally and has been artificially cultivated."
Rather than finding the cause, Xingzhu was more concerned with how to rescue those infected with the plague.
"Master Yang, do you have any prescription for treating the disease?"
"have."
Yang Haoran gave Xingzhu a positive answer without hesitation.
