Song Yun, a modern inheritor of ancient medical practices, accidentally transmigrates to the year 1973, becoming an unlucky girl unloved by her father and ignored by her mother.
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"Yes!" The five people answered in unison.
After Zhao Changjiang and the others left, Song Yun immediately opened the Tong Mall and looked for things that could completely disinfect biological viruses and bacteria. This laboratory full of evil and all the people inside it must not be allowed to see the light of day and must all be wiped out on this island.
After searching for a while, she finally found it: "High-energy sterilization spray", which cost five thousand star coins a bottle and contained only two thousand milliliters.
She quickly glanced at her star coin balance. She hadn't used many star coins in the past two years, but she hadn't earned much either. It had always been just over 10,000.
I don't know if these are enough.
Just in case, she turned and ran out of the laboratory. There was no one outside anyway, so she scanned with her watch, specifically looking for big, thick trees. Fortunately, the plants on this island were special, and most of them were not repeated with those scanned before. In just over ten minutes, she earned several thousand star coins, and her balance increased to fourteen thousand. Only then did she return to the laboratory with satisfaction.
Disinfection started directly from the chemical virus laboratory on the first floor.
No matter how long the strong virus has been cultured, no matter how long the culture dish has been stored, all bacteria and viruses will be killed by her high-energy sterilization spray.
"What are you doing?" A figure rushed in and saw Song Yun holding a strange object, spraying purple mist at the experimental target that he had spent several years to achieve a major breakthrough. He was suddenly shocked and blurted out a mouthful of dirty words.
Song Yun turned her head and looked at the eyes of the person inside the protective suit. They were a pair of deep, azure blue eyes, unique to the West.
Song Yun aimed the nozzle of the spray in her hand at the last petri dish and continued to spray. After spraying, she sprayed at the surrounding air until the material in the small spray bottle in her hand was used up. Then she spoke to the man who was full of anger but did not dare to rush over, "Guess what I am doing? Why don't you confirm it yourself?" As she said that, she stepped back a few steps to make room.
The man looked at Song Yun warily, but as a researcher, facing a potentially damaged experimental subject, he didn't hesitate for long. He rushed over, picked up a petri dish and placed it under the microscope. Upon seeing this, the man screamed, "How could this happen? Where are the bacteria? Where's my bacteria number seven?" He then switched to another petri dish and continued, "Number five is gone too! How could this happen? This is impossible! Bacteria number five are not afraid of extreme heat or cold, and their vitality is so strong. How could they be killed? This is impossible."
The man turned his head sharply and looked at the spray bottle in Song Yun's hand. "What is this? What on earth is this?"
The reason why Song Yun did not attack this person immediately was that she wanted to see whether this 'high-energy sterilization spray' was effective and whether it could really disinfect the bacteria and viruses of these animals completely.
Now that she had the answer, she would no longer be polite to the person in front of her.
She picked up the spray bottle. "You ask what this is?" The man stared at the spray bottle in her hand, as if he wanted to stare a hole in it. "Who are you? Why did you come here to destroy things? Do you know what you're destroying?"
"Who am I?" Song Yun chuckled and raised the spray bottle in her hand, "I'm here to take your life." After she finished speaking, she threw the spray bottle in her hand and hit the man's head hard.
The man collapsed without even having time to say his last words, and died with his eyes open.
The subsequent steps went much more smoothly, and one bottle was enough for almost one room.
In two of the laboratories, there were several experimental subjects who were on their last breath. They were tied to iron beds. There was a notebook next to each bed, recording their reactions every day after being injected with the virus.