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The closed room muffled the heart-wrenching cries as the doctor exited, removing his gloves and tossing them into the trash can in the hallway. He took off his mask, revealing a gaunt face that bore a hint of an elusive smile. He strode briskly down the corridor and entered a large hall that was partitioned off. Inside, numerous experiment tables were set up, adorned with an array of equipment. Men and women in white coats moved about, their expressions calm and unhurried.
The hall had three passageways; aside from the corridor leading to the graduate students' area, the other two extended towards the laboratories and the living area. This central Laboratory Hall, which did not require isolation, served merely as a transit point for inconsequential sample collections.
The male doctor held a position of obvious authority; those who passed him nodded in greeting. His expression was serious as he returned their gestures, striding purposefully towards his workbench, his movements betraying none of the age suggested by his graying temples.
The workbench was meticulously organized; despite the abundance of equipment and materials, it appeared orderly. In a vacant spot lay a sealed document bag, its closure adorned with the elegantly handwritten characters "Su Lan," with a sequence number noted at the end.
A flicker of intrigue crossed the doctor's eyes as he turned to a short-haired woman passing by. "What’s today’s date?" he asked.
The woman paused for a moment, tilting her head in thought before replying, "May twenty-eighth."
The doctor nodded, picking up the sealed document bag to inspect it. "How's the other one?" he inquired.
Nearby, a stout man handed over a form, scratching his sparse eyebrows in confusion. "It's somewhat different; you should take a look yourself."
"Hmm." The doctor frowned slightly as he glanced at the form, letting out a sound of surprise.
"Professor Tu, something seems off."
Before the doctor could finish reading the form in his hand, a buzz-cut man rushed out from the laboratory corridor, not even bothering to remove his mask as he hurried inside.
"Be careful! What are you doing?" Professor Tu shot him an irritated glare, placing the sealed document bag on the table before rising to follow the buzz-cut doctor into the passageway.
In the laboratory, or rather, the modified laboratory, there was a sterilization room behind the corridor. The two of them entered, sprayed themselves with disinfectant mist, and changed into lab coats before stepping into the isolation area. A relatively small room stood with its door ajar, revealing a spotless floor and softly reflecting lights.
Noticing the slightly open door, Professor Tu furrowed his brow and shot a glare at the Buzz-Cut Doctor trailing behind him. The Male Doctor felt embarrassed and lowered his head. Although he was a heavyweight researcher in the experimental team, he couldn’t muster any defiance in front of Professor Tu, a towering figure in their field. Professor Tu had once been a milestone in the industry; his research direction aligned with that of Yang Liangduo, who sat at the helm. Both were master-level figures, but while Professor Yang was friendly and easygoing, Professor Tu was rigid and somewhat unapproachable—both in work and life.
Especially in the laboratory, his standards were so strict they were almost outrageous. Minor details that seemed trivial to others were treated by him as if they were matters of life and death. He often berated the entire experimental team over issues like insufficient disinfection time, dust on temperature-controlled lamps, or stains on lab coats. Moreover, he was the highest authority in the division; no one dared to contradict him. Even if Yang Liangduo visited, failing to adhere to his rules would not earn anyone a pleasant reception.
So here he was, caught by this old curmudgeon for hastily leaving the door ajar. The Buzz-Cut Doctor silently cursed in his heart but dared not show it on his face. Fortunately, Professor Tu’s attention was more focused inside the room, so he didn’t lecture him about this incident.
Inside the lab were another man and woman busy around the Surgical Bed. Upon seeing Professor Tu enter, their faces lit up behind their masks with expressions of relief. The woman was about to report her findings when she noticed Professor Tu’s frown as his gaze fell on her feet—she hadn’t worn shoe covers.
Panic set in for her as she hurriedly explained, “I’ve already performed sterile procedures.”
Professor Tu shot her an irritated glare and raised his arm to point toward the door. The woman lowered her head in disappointment, her eyes reddening as she quickly exited.
The remaining Male Doctor suddenly felt a prickling sensation on his back and hurriedly checked himself to ensure he hadn’t violated any regulations before finally relaxing.
“What’s going on?” Professor Tu walked straight to the Surgical Bed where a tall Young Lady lay covered with a sterile drape from the waist down while her upper body was exposed. An intravenous drip was connected to her vein, with a clear liquid slowly infusing into her body through a catheter.
The Male Doctor swallowed hard and led Professor Tu to the operating table beside the Surgical Bed. He felt nervous yet couldn’t hide his amazement as he took out a glass slide sample from a refrigerated box and placed it under the microscope. “The initial tests showed no discrepancies; it’s similar to that male patient—both are viral infections—but there are some differences.”
Professor Tu bent down to look through the microscope. The slide only contained residual blood samples; red blood cells, white blood cells, platelets—all remained active without any abnormalities.
"Well," Professor Tu straightened up, glancing at the microscope. "This."
"Yes, this is her blood sample," the Male Doctor steadied himself and said. "This is the initial test sample; it had viral nucleic acid, but now it's gone."
"Gone?" Professor Tu frowned, displeased. "If your work details continue to be this careless, you might as well roll back to where you came from. What do you mean by 'gone'?"
The Male Doctor felt a wave of embarrassment. The initial sample collection was merely for experimental reference and held no real value; it was something that would be destroyed after analysis, and no one would pay special attention to it. However, he couldn't say that out loud and could only repeatedly apologize, shifting the topic. "Yes, yes, I was too careless, so I collected another blood sample and double-checked it. The result..."
"The result is the same as before: the virus exists in the blood, but then it disappears again." The Male Doctor suddenly found himself at a loss for words. He could explain this phenomenon using professional terminology—that the virus had been eradicated—but the current situation was not so simple. Because this was an Infected Virus, a threat to the world, and they had discovered another batch of samples along with the two previously sent. He asked Professor Tu if they needed them.
"Yes."
Professor Tu's deep voice suddenly brightened, startling the three young people.
His eyes sparkled with excitement, and his withered face glowed with joy as he stood up. "All drug trials targeting her are to be halted. Call me when she wakes up. Also, inform Field Duty to immediately send a message to Su Lan; we have found Antibody here."
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