Professor Kim Jong Dae is on the verge of collapse. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was fed up with KICA's harassment and questioning. Nearly 70 hours of high-intensity work made his elderly body dare not bear the burden, and in order to maintain enough energy and concentration, he even used morphine injections to refresh himself.

"I'm crazy......"

"Let's hope the madness will lead to the desired result." Kim Jong-dae muttered to himself as he carefully controlled the high-precision electron microscope and observed the changes inside the cells in the petri dish.

"In the 193rd experiment, the mutant cells still maintained the trend of evolving into cancer cells, and the speed was faster......"

Jin Zhongda coughed heavily, then covered his chest with his other hand, and with a pained look on his face, he held on to the instrument table for a full five minutes.

The assistant noted down his conclusion and hesitated, "Professor Kim, I'...... I have something for you. ”

"Say."

"The time given by Seoul is too short. Even if we were able to come up with a vaccine to treat the disease, it would be difficult for the laboratory to be produced in large quantities, and we would not be able to treat all the patients......"

Jin Zhongda said lightly: "This is something that must be done before the contagiousness is confirmed." There is no reason, no need to hesitate, just be serious. ”

"But—" said the assistant, "we have less than four hours left." The first death had already occurred in the observation ward, which had been covered up by the hospital with great effort, so that there was no confusion. The outside media has long noticed the problem here, because the external manifestations of this epidemic are too obvious, and anyone with an abnormally white complexion and red eyes can be classified as a sick group...... The guys on the Internet are still promoting all kinds of conspiracy theories-"

"Enough!" Kim Jong interrupted his assistant's words in a fit of rage.

"Either you stay here or call my students and stop talking this useless nonsense!"

Knock knock knock -

A young man in a white lab coat leaned over and said to Professor Kim Jong-dae, "Representatives of Samsung Pharmaceutical in South Korea and Compass Pharmaceutical in the United States want to meet you, and ...... The rest of the professors intend to hold a wrap-up meeting in an hour and a half, and the government asks us to make the first effective vaccine before the deadline......"

Representatives of pharmaceutical companies?

Admiralty said decisively: "Let that group of businessmen roll as far as possible!" The lives of Koreans are not a tool for them to make money! ”

"But they have ...... in their hands Approval from the government. You have to meet them. ”

Jin Zhong was stunned, as if something was collapsing inside him.

Relying on morphine to paralyze the brain, the energy that can only be maintained by this seems to be drained in an instant, and it is completely wiped out. The exhaustion of aging and the pain of exhaustion welled up, and he could even hear his own weak and rapid heartbeat.

"Go to the conference room on the second floor, I'll be there in 5 minutes." Professor Kim waved his hand, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen.

He first met with Kamperos' agent, Edgar Cari, an American of standard Saxon looks. With a friendly smile characteristic of a businessman, Edgar greeted Professor Admiralty Great.

"It's an honor to meet you."

"Hmm......" Kim Jong-da snorted faintly in response.

"You seem to be in a bit of a dilemma, is it because the experiment is not going well?" Edgar asked with concern.

Kim Jong-dae stared at the American and replied, "I don't know where you got the government approval, but I can only tell you one thing: this is the Republic of Korea, and it is the Koreans who are suffering." Put away your capital face, life is never something that can be measured by dollars! ”

"Professor Kim has misunderstood." Edgar straightened his tie: "If I told you that I was sent by the head office to invite you to participate in the scientific research project of our company's laboratory. The research project is related to the Busan incident, and we are willing to disclose all the research results to all medical institutions in the world, as long as it can save the lives of citizens. ”

This condition was beyond Admiralty's expectations.

His first reaction was a conspiracy by the capitalists, and Edgar gave a laboratory contract prepared in advance, the terms were clear and clear, and there were no logical traps for any suspected loopholes, representing the full sincerity of the Compaeros company.

"You can think about it." Edgar laughed: "As far as I know, there doesn't seem to be any effective progress in South Korea at the moment. The United States is the most developed country in the world in the field of scientific research, and we are willing to help in this regard. ”

He gently left the contract to Kim Jong-dae and turned to leave the conference room.

Edgar had just left.

An agent from South Korea's Samsung Pharmaceutical also came to the conference room.

The agent got straight to the point: "Samsung Pharma needs all your research materials, we are willing to buy them with full sincerity, and Samsung Pharma will help you to carry out the next step of vaccine development." ”

Professor Kim Jong Dae did not give an answer at the time, and at the summary meeting, when he learned that all the professors had been invited by many pharmaceutical groups around the world, the old man suddenly fell ill and was admitted to the ICU ward, becoming a patient that no one cared about.

The Busan Disease Research Group desperately awaited the deadline in Seoul.

The death of the first patient hovered over the heads of all the members of the research team like a shadow. "The cells are gradually stabilizing...... There is no continued mutation! ”

"Keep watching!"

Doctors found that the patients, who had been plagued by complications such as vertigo, vomiting, drowsiness, and aphasia, gradually returned to normal, except for their still pale faces and slightly reddish eyes, as well as slightly lower-than-normal physical features.

Until an unexpected event arises.

A 9-year-old boy was scared of injections, but he was so weak that he had to rely on glucose to sustain himself. According to the usual practice, the nurse called his parents to hold the little boy down, cleaned the little boy's forehead with antiseptic solution, and was about to administer intravenous injection.

The needle suddenly bends abnormally and can no longer be used.

The first one was like this, the nurse wondered, and then changed the needle. But the second, the third, all the needles that were about to touch the little boy's skin were twisted into the shape of a paper clip by an invisible force.

This can no longer be described as chance and coincidence, but a certain necessity.

The media stayed at the Busan Central Hospital, wanting to cover the large-scale outbreak in Busan, and even prepared touching activities such as "candle prayers" and "love relays", but when they arrived at the entrance of the hospital, they found that all the entrances and exits of the Busan Central Hospital were tightly controlled by the military.

"What the hell is going on inside?" The journalists were confused.

Hwang Kyung-ho sat in the car, looking at the Busan Central Hospital, which was blocked by the army, and could vaguely guess something. But he didn't have the heart to pay any more attention to this matter, and the House of Representatives asked him to go to China to investigate.

The mission content only gives a vague name, and there is not even any common ground related to the Busan incident.

"Nantian Holy Gate......" He looked at the dossier and fell into deep thought.

(To be continued.) )