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Several hours had passed since the injection yesterday, and now the effects should be evident. Zhou Pengfei chatted with the Director as he pushed open the door and entered the room.
On the hospital bed inside, the overweight Middle Man had already sat up. Upon seeing Zhou Pengfei and the others enter, he smiled and waved at them.
"My goodness! Professor Lin, you can sit up by yourself now?" The Director exclaimed in surprise as he looked at Professor Lin sitting on the bed. He hadn't expected that the patient who had been lying there barely alive just yesterday could now sit up and even greet them.
"Well, I still feel a bit of tightness in my chest, but it's much better than it was a couple of days ago." Although his voice was still weak, it was clear that Professor Lin's condition had improved significantly since yesterday.
Zhou Pengfei stood by, watching him with a smile. "The tightness in your chest will completely disappear in a day or two. At that point, you'll be fully recovered."
After leaving Professor Lin's room, Zhou Pengfei had the Director take him to see several others who were suffering from severe poisoning symptoms. Just like yesterday, Zhou Pengfei took out a syringe and administered injections to each of them.
"You truly are our savior!" one of them exclaimed. "If it weren't for your timely assistance, many of us in the research institute wouldn't have lasted much longer."
The Director stood beside Zhou Pengfei, constantly expressing his gratitude. Zhou Pengfei slightly turned his head and smiled, waving his hand dismissively. "There's no need for thanks; these supplies and medications aren't given for free. We agreed earlier that if you assist with our research, we would provide you with resources."
The Director nodded eagerly, a fawning smile on his face. "Absolutely. Just tell us what you need us to do; we will follow your instructions."
"Good. This afternoon, I will bring over an experimental subject. I'll let you know what needs to be done then." After finalizing their arrangements, Zhou Pengfei left the Yiren Research Institute with his companions, driving away in a large truck.
Before long, afternoon arrived, and Zhou Pengfei returned to the research institute as previously agreed.
"You guys lift that guy off the truck," he instructed his companions as he got out of the vehicle. The others quickly followed suit, working together to carry a stretcher down from the truck.
On the stretcher lay a young man who appeared to be in his twenties. His eyes were tightly closed, and he lay there motionless, looking as if he were asleep. A few people carried him through the entrance of the research facility.
Zhou Pengfei instructed them to take the stretcher up to a laboratory on the second floor. Once inside, Zhou Pengfei gestured to several companions nearby, signaling them to place the young man on the dissection table.
He then glanced at the time on his phone, looked up, and said to them, "The sedative should last for another ten minutes or so. Make sure to secure his hands and feet; we can't let him escape later."
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