Chapter 470 Time Passes by Like Rain

"Got it, got it." The deputy team leader stood up again, but after a few seconds, he sat back down.

"Three times the limit, you'd better wake up. Otherwise, no matter what your father is capable of, you will definitely lose your position as deputy team leader. The five deans and seven team leaders probably don't want to deal with someone like you."

"My father is..."

"Stop, I'm not interested in who your father is. But five deans and seven team leaders will definitely be interested in a deputy team leader with particularly weak drug resistance."

Seeing that the deputy team leader had no intention of standing up, the dean did not continue to force him. There was no need to force him! After the injection, if the person still dared to sit on the bed, he could be fired directly according to the procedure.

I have repeatedly emphasized that apart from work, we should try not to disturb the patients' lives. Now, this person is sitting on someone else's bed. He really ignores the rules.

The occasion is special, the restrictions are special, the work is special, and many regulations do not distinguish between relatives and friends, and being fired after violating the regulations is a small matter, which is easy to solve. However, being affected by the new drug and developing a [terminal illness] would be troublesome.

The needle dropped.

It was firmly stabbed into the hand of Deputy Team Leader Peng.

Deputy Team Leader Peng looked normal.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Dean Lin was horrified.

Type II inhibitors were fully infused.

Work injury.

mistake in work.

Weak drug resistance.

New medicine!

There is a difference!

"Dean Lin, why are you so careless?"

The deputy team leader's voice was not loud and sounded a bit amiable, but in Dean Lin's ears, this sentence was no less powerful than thunder.

Language? This is also a non-essential life activity that type II inhibitors can inhibit.

She threw the syringe in her hand away, and the needle tip hit the wall and bent at a blunt angle, "Why? Why did you..."

The deputy team leader was still sitting on the bed. He waved his hand nonchalantly, "President Lin, don't be nervous. As a developer, I have selectivity for type II inhibitors. This shouldn't be surprising, right?"

Dean Lin shook his head frantically. This shouldn't happen. This shouldn't happen! Developers collectively get the choice. This is definitely a major safety accident. How come I've never heard of this?

"Do you know what this means? A substance that is essential for maintaining life is ineffective in you? So many developers have gained selectivity for this inhibitor just like you. Whose idea was this? No, whose [terminal illness] is this?"

"It doesn't matter. Let's just pretend that what happened today never happened. At most I'll just have to work overtime for ten minutes. You don't mind, do you?"

"The injection I gave you will be considered a work error. If it is traced back, I will be given a disadvantage of weak drug resistance, and then I will be fired."

"That's right. So if you don't tell me, I won't tell you either."

"No. Not just expulsion."

"Huh? Is there more?"

"Yes. You have to pay a fine. I guess you have to pay half a month's salary. But these are all minor matters. Collective selection is a big deal. You'd better explain the matter clearly, otherwise I am not going to help you hide this insignificant matter."

"Since it's a small matter, it's easy to talk about. What do you want to know? What can you know?"

"How does collective selectivity arise? Who are the main developers of type II inhibitors?"

"Are you blackmailing me?"

After saying this, the deputy team leader stood up suddenly and took out a scalpel from his sleeve. He moved and dodged, and in a flash, the blade was already against Dean Lin's neck. Dean Lin said calmly and slowly: "You are blackmailing me. Don't think you can get away with it by throwing the blame on Xin Yao. There is no need to keep the five deans and seven team leaders forever. You dare not kill me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she hit the deputy team leader in the abdomen with her elbow. The scalpel shook slightly, leaving a very faint blood mark on her neck.

Another elbow strike, the scalpel fell, she caught it with her other hand, moved, turned, the situation was reversed, the blackmailer and the blackmailed exchanged identities.

"Dean Lin, you really should listen to my father's name."

"Oh? Then let's listen. Which big shot came up with such a bad idea?"

"These are two different things. My father's name is not that important to you. What is important is his position. In the year 2025 of the Flash, Pandora stirred up a cyan hurricane that swept away half of the city..."

"Stop, is it necessary to do it so early?"

"I'm afraid you don't have enough experience, so I can only tell you a little more. Pandora swept away half of the city. This was the first evolution of a terminally ill patient. At that time, Pandora suffered from a terminal illness that has not been explained to this day, DNA restriction. It can be treated now, but it cannot be cured."

"You talk too much nonsense. DNA replication inhibition syndrome means that the patient's own DNA replication is cancelled. All we need to do is extract the patient's cells, induce them into cancer cells in vitro, and then transplant them to alleviate the symptoms. Moreover, the onset of this group of people is not as fast as imagined. At least they will not die suddenly."

"After the first terminally ill patient evolution event occurred, the first group of receiving hospitals established for this purpose totaled 122, commonly known as the 122. Then there was a second group of 500 receiving hospitals that were built with emphasis, commonly known as the 255. Each hospital had five deans and seven team leaders."

"If you're here to tell me about the history of the construction of key hospitals, then you don't need to say anything. Take 122 for example. The 122 Secret Order has a chief commander, Cheng Zhaoxi. I won't say much about him, but he's very familiar with Pandora."

"Yes, the first tier is this general commander. Above that, it is not within the scope of the 122 secret orders. The second tier has five people: the chief designer, the chief driver, the chief inertia, the chief engineer, and the chief implementation director. The third tier is the chiefs of the 122 institutes. My dad happens to be one of them."

"Oh? Then you really are in a high position. If you die, your father's plan will be completely ruined, right? Are you ready to answer my questions? Do you need me to repeat them?"

“No need.” The deputy team leader took out the second scalpel from his sleeve. The blade was shining brightly, like a purple meteor trailing a ball soaked in gold powder and ink.

"You won't get a chance to repeat it."

The scalpel coated with type III inhibitor pierced straight into the human body, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

"The type III inhibitor specially made for hospital executives is not a loss if used on you."

The deputy team leader drew his sword, turned around, grabbed the dean who was about to fall, and threw her on the bed.

"Died in the line of duty. Goodbye, President Lin."

The middle-aged man opened a syringe and wondered what solution he should inject into this person so that she would die completely and without leaving any evidence.

After about ten seconds, he finally came up with the answer that the solution could be prepared using the existing materials. He reached out to move the potion bottle, and suddenly, his movements stopped.

He saw a phenomenon that shouldn't have happened.

The man lying on the bed closed one eye.

This action seemed incredible to the deputy team leader.

He took out the scalpel again. The blade shone silver, but it no longer had the same brilliance as before.

"It's selective for type III inhibitors. Dean Lin is really a man of few words! What kind of terminal illness is this?"

The person lying on the bed closed his other eye, lifeless and motionless.

The deputy team leader breathed a sigh of relief. "I was scared to death. Type I inhibitors fight against old drugs, type II inhibitors fight against new drugs, and type III inhibitors fight against the dean. Two years have passed, and there has never been a failure."

Put away the knife, draw medicine, and give injections.

This shot is incredible.

Killing invisibly.

Then, the injection hit his own hand.

(End of this chapter)