In the laboratory in the corner of the first basement floor of St. Barnia's Hospital, Western carefully soaked the tape in a jar.

The clear liquid in this jar, which seems to be very mysterious, is actually water.

Baker stood on the sidelines, worried.

Western said he wanted to try to grow the cells on it.

This one is different from the ones in the afternoon, this is the item that Sean has already shown off his superpowers, and every body cell on it is extremely valuable, not just a collector's item.

But is there only water?

You're going to be scolded to death, right?

Even if it's not for drinking, you have to add some salt and sugar......

"Will others scold you for messing around when they see it?" He couldn't help but ask, in fact, in the hospital, there is a more suitable medium than water, that is, normal saline.

It is more reasonable to add a certain amount of glucose solution to normal saline.

Theoretically, it's better to take that.

Even if you drink it, it tastes good, but it's actually all this stuff in the human body.

But Western didn't.

Baker was a little worried that he wasn't as professional as he appeared, after all, an attending physician had been out of the lab for so long that he might have forgotten a lot of basic common sense.

Since the last time Western asked him to hand over his account, he didn't dare to pretend with the initial investment, and the most important thing was that in Shaun's dead bald head, there was no difference between 20,000 and 15,000 appearances.

They are all deceived of money, are they more proud to be deceived more?

Baker rubbed his chin vigorously, the stubble was already a little prickly, the hair cells in this place could be diligent for a lifetime, but the top of the head had begun to slack off now......

Annoying!

Anxiety!

Agitated!

Three senses intertwined in his mind.

Not because of the hair, but because of everything!

The terrible feeling of being compared to someone.

While your superhero is still on paper and in the movies, he is already alive!

Western's words are truly deafening!

In general, I thought that my whole body was an uncontrollable, humble, low-level composition, and that Shaun might go to heaven and earth and be invulnerable, and even missiles would not be able to kill him... Baker's heart was as uncomfortable as grass.

The desire to evolve is also hidden in his heart.

There was a small wound in the forearm of his left hand that he had never taken out, hidden under a band-aid.

When taking the sample, he deliberately scraped his forearm over a needle.

If nothing else, it will be infected.

The cells and epithelial cells of the human body are very small, and the broken wound must be mixed with the constitution of the body.

For Baker, this is a bold adventure!

It's like catching a mutated poisonous spider and putting it on your arm for it to kiss.

He was looking forward to the next moment of fever and dizziness.

Legend has it that before the mutation, it must have been like this, fever, infection, and genetic modification.

It's a pity that he's still normal.

I've never looked forward to a headache brain fever so much in my life.

…...

"Water, ethanol, saline... I've been thinking about which one to choose... Ethanol is too risky, and saline is too common," Western said to himself, "and in the end I decided it would be better to use only pure water." ”

Western doesn't care much about Baker's form, he has his own set of ideas.

Baker whispered, "What are you worried about?" Somatic cells destroyed? It's better to just leave nothing at all, isn't it good to do it? ”

"If it's really strong, it won't be destroyed and it will grow naturally. He hasn't eaten, how does he maintain his strength? If I add saline and glucose, what is the difference between it and ordinary people's? ...... In short, I don't care what others say,......"

Western glanced at him and snorted, "I just want water." ”

"Okay, whatever you want, I don't know much about this anyway." Baker turned his head cautiously to look at the door, keeping an eye out to see if anyone else was coming in, as it was not uncommon for Charles to hide outside the door and peep outside the hospital.

"Just a sample." Western exhaled softly, "Save it first." Controlled Experiment Group 1! ”

"Until then, that Maria seemed to have nursed him." Baker hugged his shoulders and whispered that he had to prove that he was not a brainless second-class product, and that he was always involved in this great cause.

"I know." Western's hand paused slightly, but he didn't look back, he covered the jar and straightened it, "The infusion, the urinary catheter, she made it herself!" ”

Baker's expression was anxious: "Then you didn't do anything?" Maybe she's got Sean's bodily fluids all over her hands! ”

Western closed his eyes and inhaled, resisting the urge to hit someone: "Why did you call nothing?" I'm watching, watching her change! ”

"Okay,... I... I said this thing," Baker shook his head, gesturing to the thermal cycler on the side, "gotta design it, primers or something." ”

Western didn't look at him either, and said to himself: "He's not the same anymore, we can't waste samples." And we need an in-situ thermal cycler. This one is fluorescently localized, and the purpose is different. ”

Baker sneered, "I thought you were going to augment them." "He's now seeing where the gap is with Western, and it's not the same in college, let alone medical school, which he didn't attend.

Western's contempt for him is all justified.

"You also said that you need to design primers, otherwise how do you know if what you expand is his stuff or some other?" Western glanced at Baker, who only knew the surface.

"What then? Just keep collecting samples? Baker said abruptly.

"Collect first. He should come back later and do another scan. Western clapped his hands, looking up at what else was missing.

After a while, he turned to look at Baker, "You think I can see the flowers?" It's okay to go back to your little broken house and stay, don't you know how busy you are today? Go and fix the machine! ”

"Then I'll take care of the rack." Baker shrugged, the so-called treatment is to get something more to scratch the skin.

Baker turned around and walked out the door.

The radio sounded: "Dr. Western, Operating Room 2, Dr. Western, Operating Room 2!" ”

Fack! Western cursed, he wanted to take care of some blood samples tonight, but he didn't expect so many wounded to come at once, and even the interns were not enough.

Putting the jar in the refrigerator, he hurried out the door as well.

A nurse trotted over: "Dr. Western, operating room two, right away!" ”

Western nodded, scolding Fack in his heart, he worked the night shift last year, and he only slept for an hour or two today, and getting to the hospital early was a bunch of, so it was easy to think that he could relax at night, and so many seriously injured people poured in.

Seriously injured, one day is just right, one does not reflect the value of the indication, and the more indicators have to be tired into dogs, and they have to be broken.

More than ten years of mixing into this position is not to die on the operating table.

There are still too few interns, just by listening to the screams and humming everywhere.