Chapter 9: Colds get worse

Lao Tan took out a small bottle of red reagent from the suitcase he carried with him and put it on the table. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Looking at the vial of reagents on the table, with the obvious trial pack logo, Ye Zhenzhen smiled: "Okay, I'll use your new product later, and if the effect is good, I will recommend your product to the logistics department." ā€

Lao Tan showed a grateful smile, "Thank you for your support." ā€

"We support domestic products, and we don't want to always use reagents imported from abroad. ā€

Lao Tan sighed: "Yes, we still have some gaps compared with large foreign biological companies in some places, but our colleagues in the scientific research department and production department are working hard to catch up with those large foreign companies in terms of quality." ā€

"Well, I have faith in you. ā€

At this time, other students also began to interject, some asked about the products related to their experiments, some asked about Lao Tan's company, and more asked about Lao Tan's income.

Ye Zhenzhen stood on the periphery of the crowd, thinking about leaving, and was just about to take a step, when she was suddenly stopped by Lao Tan, "Zhenzhen, I heard that you won't transfer to a doctorate, then you will be able to graduate with a master's degree after the New Year, right?"

"Well, I've been preparing my graduation thesis for the past two days. ā€

"Have you found a place to work?"

Ye Zhenzhen shook her head, "Not yet." ā€

Lao Tan was very enthusiastic to introduce: "Come to our company, I have seen your published papers, the quality is very good, our company's R&D department just wants to recruit people, the salary and benefits are very good, you will definitely be able to do it." ā€

Ye Zhenzhen remembered the Paris Psycho not long ago, and what she had said to Nan Zhiqiao, and politely refused: "I already have a work unit I want to go to." ā€

"Where?"

Ye Zhenzhen didn't want to say the specific name, but she couldn't help but answer, so she replied vaguely: "Disease control system." ā€

Lao Tan was a little surprised, "CDC, I know people from our S City Center for Disease Control and Prevention, Wang Yan, who graduated from our school medical school before, works in the laboratory department of the city CDC, and I saw her today, CDC...... How to say it, although it is a public institution, but the salary is not high, compared with the biological company I am in, the salary level is not a little bit worse, Zhen Zhen, you have to think clearly, the current public institution also implements the contract system reform, there is no iron rice bowl, or into the biological company is good, energetic, competitive, with your level, will do very well. ā€

Ye Zhenzhen listened to Lao Tan belittle the disease control system, and thought to herself, as a public welfare institution, the CDC naturally has the meaning of his existence, which cannot be measured by money, but these thoughts are only thought about in Ye Zhenzhen's mind, and he will not say it, but Lao Tan thinks about Zhen Zhen and seeks talents for the company, as if Zhen Zhen does not agree, she will continue to persuade her, Ye Zhenzhen smiled slightly, and shirked: "Thank you, Senior Tan, I will consider this." ā€

In order to divert attention, Ye Zhenzhen picked up the trial pack given by Lao Tan, shook it, and said with a smile: "Senior Tan, you guys talk first, I'll go change the cells." ā€

Ye Zhenzhen turned around and entered the laboratory, spent half an hour busy with her experiments, and finally planned to sort out the reagents used in the past few days.

Through the transparent glass, the reagents in the low-temperature drug display cabinet are clear at a glance, looking at the cell culture medium trial pack brought by Lao Tan today, as well as the medium prepared a few days ago, the color is slightly different, one is crimson, one is light red, the medium used a few days ago is still Zhongsheng according to the list he gave, thinking of this, Ye Zhenzhen thought of Zhang Zhongsheng, the little junior brother who was the default in his heart, had a severe cold yesterday, and did not forget to come to the laboratory to see the progress of the experiment, and he is also a good seedling who works hard.

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After packing up today's experimental supplies, Ye Zhenzhen picked up her mobile phone and dialed Zhang Zhongsheng's mobile phone number, her junior brother has a cold and wants to go to the sheep pasture in the northern suburbs.

After ringing twice, the phone was connected, but it was an unfamiliar voice.

Ye Zhenzhen asked, "Hello, this is Zhang Zhongsheng's mobile phone, right?"

The voice of a strange man: "Yes, I am Ah Sheng's roommate - Wang Chao, who are you?

"My name is Ye Zhenzhen, and it's nothing important, I just want to ask, is Zhongsheng's cold better?"

"It turned out to be the senior sister of Professor Zhang's laboratory, Ah Sheng often mentions you, Ah Sheng was sent to the hospital this afternoon. ā€

"What? Chung-seung is hospitalized? Why?"

"Ah Sheng has been unwell since he came back from the sheep pasture in the northern suburbs this morning, as if he had a cold that has worsened, and during his lunch break at noon, he had a terrible headache, so we sent him to a nearby hospital, and after a general examination by the doctor, he was hospitalized. ā€

"Which hospital is Chungsheng in now? ā€

Zhongsheng's roommate gave the specific address, and the two hung up the phone.

Ye Zhenzhen walked out of the experimental building, rode her bicycle, but in fifteen minutes, she arrived at the hospital, the entrance of the hospital, bought some fruits, and then, according to the address she said before, walked up to the ward on the sixth floor, pushed the door in, and saw Zhongsheng lying on the bed by the window at a glance.

The ward is a three-person room, the three beds are full, Zhongsheng is lying on the bed by the window, his eyes are slightly closed, and there is a big boy about twenty years old sitting on the chair next to the bed, which should be the roommate Wang Chao who answered the phone just now.

Ye Zhenzhen walked over quietly, and the roommate heard the sound, turned around, saw Zhenzhen, and asked softly, "Are you Senior Sister Zhenzhen?"

Ye Zhenzhen nodded.

Zhang Zhongsheng, who was on the hospital bed, heard the voice, opened his eyes, and saw Ye Zhenzhen standing beside the hospital bed, trying to squeeze out a smile on his face, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Sister Zhenzhen, why are you here?"

"I heard that you were hospitalized, so I came over to take a look, how do you feel?"

Although Zhang Zhongsheng had a painful expression, in order not to worry Ye Zhenzhen, he comforted him: "It's nothing serious, it's just a cold and fever, and my body is a little uncomfortable, I think the doctor is making a fuss, and he doesn't need to be hospitalized at all, just take a few bottles of hanging needles." ā€

Ye Zhenzhen frowned and corrected: "How can those hormone antibiotic hanging needles be shot casually, at least the cause must be found, your cold symptoms are really bad, and you have to be hospitalized to find out the pathogen." ā€

The roommate who had been sitting next to him also stood up and gave up the chair, "Senior sister, you sit." ā€

Ye Zhenzhen shook her head, "No, I'll stand for a while and leave, this is the fruit I brought you." ā€

Ye Zhenzhen handed the fruit to Zhongsheng's roommate Wang Chao, who took it and put it on the bedside table.

Zhang Zhongsheng was a little embarrassed in his eyes, "Thank you, Sister Zhenzhen, I'm very happy that you can come to see me, and bring something." ā€

In order to ease the dull atmosphere, Ye Zhenzhen joked: "I came to send you fruits for a purpose, I hope you get better soon, and you can go to the laboratory as soon as possible to help me." ā€

Zhang Zhongsheng understood Zhen Zhen's kindness, and just smiled slightly.

Wang Chao beside the bed reminded, "Ah Sheng, it's time to measure your temperature, take it out and take a look." ā€

Zhang Zhongsheng took out a thermometer from his armpit as he said, and when he looked at it, his brows couldn't help frowning, "Thirty-nine degrees eight!"