“Young Miss, the progress of the No. 17 injection experiment is not significant. There are gaps in the data for No. 17, as blood samples are missing. We have collected more than twenty samples, but none of them match the data for No. 17 injection. We suspect that this injection has not been used yet, or that the person who used the injection is no longer alive.”

Wen Lu put the washed rice into the pot, picked up her phone and looked at the reply from the lab director. She squinted and hesitated for a moment before replying to the director.

"I will arrange for someone to send you a blood sample first thing tomorrow morning. Please check if the blood sample matches the data of injection No. 17. If it does, we should increase the research and experimentation on injection No. 17 and strive to develop an antidote as soon as possible."

After replying to the person in charge, Wen Lu called the old man at the research institute to ask him for some clotting agents for Wang Jinyu, whose condition was caused by damage to his clotting factors.

The call was answered quickly, and the moment it connected, a sleazy voice came from the other end.

"You've been calling quite frequently these past few days! Do you miss this old man? When are you coming back to visit? We have a new research project on human organ regeneration. You have some research experience in this area, would you like to come and participate?"

"I won't go. I don't have time lately. I have other things to do. I called you to ask you to get me some blood-clotting medication, and preferably some supplements to replenish my body's nutrients."

As Wen Lu spoke, she was also calculating how much nutrition Wang Jinyu would need based on his physical condition.

"Just mail me a three-month supply first."

"What? How can you ask for such an exorbitant amount! Do you even know what three months means?"

The old man on the other end of the phone exclaimed in surprise, "Three months' worth of nutrients means the market will be out of stock for a month. Such a loss is not to be underestimated."

Hearing the old man's surprised tone, Wen Lu smiled lightly and said casually, "Old man, are you trying to turn your back on me now that you've just received my funds? I said three months is just the minimum; I need at least six months' worth. So get ready!"

While Wen Lu was thinking about Wang Jinyu's health, she was also thinking about her own. Her body was too fragile and needed to be properly cared for; nutrients were just the most basic thing.

She also needed some pills. She remembered that Ma Bochen had said last time that he could get them, so she would wait until later and have Ma Bochen buy some for her.

While Wen Lu was thinking, a wailing sound came from the other end of the phone, but after the wailing, the person agreed to Wen Lu's request.

"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say. I'll arrange to mail the blood clotting medication and nutrients to you tomorrow."

"No, you need to arrange for someone to do this right now. I desperately need this and I want to get it as soon as possible."

Thinking of Wang Jinyu's wound, Wen Lu really couldn't wait much longer. If it weren't for the distance and the fact that she didn't have an air travel permit, she would have wanted the medicine to be loaded onto a plane and flown over immediately.

As soon as Wen Lu finished speaking, the old man's wails rang out again. He was truly exasperated by this young girl, who kept giving him difficult problems.

"Okay, okay, I'll go ask when the next flight is, or will you pick me up at the airport yourself?"

Wen Lu didn't want to reveal her current address, nor did she want to trouble others, so she simply replied casually, "Yes, just send the things onto the plane and tell me the time and flight number, and I'll pick you up myself."

As soon as Wen Lu finished speaking, her porridge was almost ready. She casually said into the phone, "Okay, that's all. My porridge is ready. I'm going to take care of the patient now. Please bring me back what I asked for as soon as possible."

After saying that, Wen Lu hung up the phone and turned to add seasoning to the vegetable and lean meat porridge. Wang Jinyu's current body was not suitable for things with too much flavor, so she only added a little salt and then turned off the stove.

Once the porridge had cooled down a bit, Wen Lu gently stirred it in the pot, ladled out a bowl, and went upstairs.

Entering the bedroom, Wang Jinyu closed his eyes and began to breathe evenly.

Wen Lu sat on the edge of the bed, gently stirring the porridge in her hands. When the porridge was at the right temperature, she gently patted Wang Jinyu's shoulder to wake him up.

"The porridge is warm enough now, eat your fill before you go to sleep."

Wang Jinyu opened his eyes and looked at Wen Lu. His eyes were confused, but they quickly cleared. He looked at Wen Lu with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"Isn't Ling He home?"

“He’s not home. He should have taken that brainless person to the hospital. Is there anything you need his help with? You can tell me anything, and I can help you with anything.”

Wen Lu looked at Wang Jinyu's embarrassed expression and found it somewhat interesting; it was the first time she had ever seen it.

This made her a little curious; she really wanted to know what could make Wang Jinyu feel embarrassed.

Hearing Wen Lu say so casually that he could help, Wang Jinyu's ears involuntarily burned, but he really couldn't hold back.

"I...I need to go to the toilet..."

Wang Jinyu dared not look Wen Lu in the eye, fearing that Wen Lu might misunderstand him.

He did like to tease Wen Lu before, but he never crossed the line. However, things like going to the toilet can be awkward.

Upon hearing Wang Jinyu's request, Wen Lu instantly thought of that scene she shouldn't have seen. She felt slightly embarrassed. This was indeed a bit difficult to help with, but looking at Wang Jinyu's expression, she felt that he had probably reached his limit.

"Um, please be gentle. I'll go to the toilet for you. I really can't help you with this."

As she spoke, Wen Lu placed the porridge in her hand on the bedside table, put Wang Jinyu's arms around her neck, and gently helped Wang Jinyu up.

As Wang Jinyu stood up, his brows furrowed involuntarily; the wound was damn painful.

Only then did he begin to regret it. He really should have rested properly in the hospital, otherwise his condition would not have gotten so bad.

Seeing the beads of sweat on Wang Jinyu's forehead, Wen Lu put her arm around his back and asked him in a concerned and gentle tone.

"If you really can't move, then I can help you..."

"No need, I can get up. You should take me to the hospital. If you do 'that' while I'm doing it, I'm afraid I won't be able to relieve myself..."

Wang Jinyu's face was pale, but his ears were unusually red. Although he was not a gentleman, he simply could not bring himself to ask a young girl to do this for him.