Chapter 101: Clinical This is not a matter of feelings...
The lights in the laboratory seemed particularly cold and dim in the early morning, and the air was filled with the faint scent of various chemical reagents.
Ian pushed open the glass door, and his footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.
He thought he was the first to arrive, but he didn't expect that the laboratory was already lit. Through the translucent glass window, he actually saw Morris.
"Morris? It's rare for you to come to work so early."
Ian raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise in his tone.
Morris was walking out of the tea room with a glass of water. When he heard Ian's voice, he looked up at him. There were obvious dark circles under Morris' eyes. It was obvious that he had not slept all night and his mental state was not very good.
Morris yawned, his voice a little hoarse, with a hint of complaint in his tone:
"Director, I stayed up all night. This isn't just coming to work early; it's not leaving get off work at all."
Ian was stunned, frowning slightly: "Is there a problem with the progress of the experiment?"
Morris sighed, walked to the lab table, put down the water cup, and rubbed his temples.
"Hey, isn't today the day for the clinical trial? Ryan rechecked all the data last night, so I have no choice but to risk my life to keep him company and endure it."
"After all, they're going to use real weapons on volunteers. Ryan seems to take it very seriously. Well, this matter should be taken seriously, but I think he's taking it a little too seriously."
"Where's Ryan?" Ian asked.
"Here,"
Morris pointed to the innermost lounge.
"I'm going to take a nap in my lounge. I really can't hold on any longer. I'm going to sleep soon too."
Ian couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
He had gone to great lengths to recruit Ryan from other laboratories because he was impressed by his almost paranoid sense of responsibility and outstanding abilities.
Of course, Ryan looks gentle, but the "energy" in him is very attractive to Morris.
Morris was born into an aristocratic family with strong financial resources. As a male insect, he enjoyed a comfortable life and social preferential treatment since childhood.
He joined the laboratory more out of interest, rather than making scientific research his whole life like Ryan.
Seeing Ryan working so hard, Morris never thought that one day he would willingly join this "life and death" work rhythm.
Ian nodded and patted Morris on the shoulder. "Thank you for your hard work. You can take a rest this morning. The volunteers will be here in the afternoon."
"Although the director said so, I don't think Ryan will rest. He will probably wake up after a short nap. Ryan is really working too hard, a little crazy..."
Morris muttered softly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
Ian glanced at Morris and smiled slightly:
“Talent is innate, but hard work is acquired. Those who truly excel often possess both.”
"After all, opportunities are so rare in this world."
Morris shrugged without arguing. He knew Ian was right. After all, everyone had their own way of living and their own choices.
"It's hard to imagine. For him, scientific research probably constitutes 80% of his life."
"I just don't know how much I occupy in his heart, ah."
The topic suddenly turned to an emotional one, and Ian didn't know what to say.
He hadn't figured out his own feelings yet. Ian had never been as impulsive and eager as he was yesterday. When he realized he was really in love, and the impulse wore off, he began to reflect on himself.
The remaining memories...
Ian really hoped that he could remember as soon as possible. He was sure that Hades had fallen in love with the original "Ian". Being jealous of his pre-amnesia self was a very childish and meaningless act.
But Ian was just... a little jealous, confused, and feeling very uncomfortable.
He saw Hades' sleeping face this morning, his silver-gray hair was just like moonlight, Hades was sleeping like that, without a mask on his face.
In the dim light, without turning on the lights, Ian could remember every detail of Hades' face.
Even scars are beautiful.
At that moment,
Ian didn't want to get up at all. He didn't want to leave the house, nor did he want to leave his bed.
This morning, Ian finally realized that the photos he found in his terminal when he woke up on the first day of his amnesia were understandable - they were too precious.
Every moment of love is precious.
That's why I want to record it, read it over and over again, and touch it over and over again.
Fall in love, feel reluctant to let go, and feel cherished.
This was a very unfamiliar thing to Ian, but during this period he gradually understood his former self before he lost his memory.
The second time, he still fell in love with Hades.
Perhaps love itself happens thousands and thousands of times, so love will deepen day by day, and love will follow you like a shadow.
When Ian flew over here today, he was actually thinking about a question.
——Who does Hades love, the self before he lost his memory, or the self now?
There is no point in delving into this issue any further.
Cuteness is so unreasonable that it can make rational people fall into emotional conflicts.
Ian hasn't figured out his own feelings yet, so of course he doesn't have the energy to solve Morris's emotional problems.
Fortunately, Morris didn't need his answer, and he soon stopped talking to himself.
"Well, it's nothing actually. I feel like I only occupy 10% of his heart. It doesn't matter. I can marry 10 and get 100%."
"If it could really be calculated this way, you wouldn't be so distressed."
Ian saw through Morris immediately.
This is the true heart of the prodigal son.
"Whatever, whatever,"
Morris tutted in annoyance.
"I don't know either. I'll wait until I marry ten women and then I'll verify it."
Ian: "With your vision and standards, you may never meet many people you like in your life."
“…”
Morris raised his eyebrows speechlessly.
"For a moment I wasn't sure whether the director was insulting me or praising me."
Ian: "Just telling the truth."
Morris yawned a little sleepily and waved to Ian:
"Stop chatting, I'm really a little sleepy. I'm going to go take a rest first."
——
Dim lounge.
Morris held the glass of water and gently pushed open the door of the lounge.
He didn't turn on the lights. The room was dimly lit, with only a few rays of morning light shining through the gaps in the curtains, shining into the corners of the room.
There was a narrow bed in the lounge, and a figure was curled up on the bed - Ryan.
Ryan's long emerald green hair spread out on the pillow, like strands of soft silk threads, shining faintly in the dim light.
The black thin-framed glasses had been taken off and placed neatly on the small cabinet beside the bed.
At this moment, Ryan was like a tired little animal, quietly nestling in the small bed, breathing steadily and lightly.
There was still a hint of fatigue on his face, and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was still thinking about those dazzling data in his dream.
Morris stood by the bed, looking down at Ryan with a complicated look in his eyes.
He placed the cup of water gently on the small cabinet without making any sound.
Then he squatted down, stretched out his hand, and gently touched Ryan's long eyelashes through the air.
The eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings, which would fly away if not caught.
Morris withdrew his hand, stood up, and climbed onto the bed, as gently as if he were handling a fragile treasure.
The bed was small and they felt a little cramped together, but Morris didn't care.
He lay on his side and carefully pulled Ryan into his arms.
Ryan's body moved slightly, but he didn't wake up. He just leaned unconsciously into Morris's arms, as if looking for a more comfortable position.
Morris looked down at Ryan's sleeping face and felt a warm feeling in his heart.
In an instant, marrying ten or eight women no longer mattered and was thrown into the distance.
Morris sighed softly and closed his eyes, feeling Ryan's steady breathing and warm body temperature.
At this moment, all the fatigue and stress seemed to disappear, leaving only a sense of quiet satisfaction.
Morris held Ryan in his arms as if he was holding the whole world, and slowly, he fell asleep.
——
afternoon.
The clinical trial of the drug for rigidity is about to reach the most critical moment.
The laboratory became busy again.
The volunteers selected in this group are all female insects who have suffered from rigidity for a long time, and some are military females who have made great achievements on the battlefield.
Clinical trials of drugs for schizophrenia are relatively risky.
Because the physique of each female insect is different, it is actually very difficult to find a perfectly suitable medicine.
Currently, chemical drugs can only be applied to 80% of the situations.
The remaining 20% are actually dangerous factors and may go out of control.
Therefore, all the equipment for the clinical trial was prepared, and each volunteer stayed in a room that could withstand the attack of the female insect's wings.
As a male insect, Xirui was also recruited by Ian to be a volunteer.
Standing outside like a guardian, Xirui sat at the door and played two games, feeling a little bored.
The clinical results of the ossification drug look good. So far, the compatibility has been very high.
Ian brought a glass of water and placed it in front of Xirui: "Drink some water?"
Xirui looked up and saw the game stopped at the victory screen.
"Thank you."
Ian glanced at Xirui's terminal and said, "Another victory. You are worthy of being called God C."
Xirui smiled:
"Actually, I only lost once, and that was in a dream. Oh, let's not talk about that."
"Speaking of which, congratulations, your progress looks very good."
"It does look pretty good at the moment. It's a pity that President Jin is not here, otherwise we could have witnessed the results of the proposal he put forward at that time." Ian sighed.
"What are you talking about? I guess Mr. Jin is living a very comfortable life."
Xirui curled his lips.
"I really can't believe that President Jin is still a love-brained person."
Ian: “Huh?”
Seeing the confused look on Ian's face, Xirui suddenly realized: "Oh! Sorry, I forgot, you are also a love-brained person!"
Ian: "...If you don't know how to speak, you can actually shut up."
"How is it? Did you remember your wife? In fact, when you were unconscious, His Highness was so busy that he squeezed out time to visit you every day."
Xirui casually put away the terminal in his hand, crossed his legs, and looked at Ian with his chin propped up.
"Sometimes it's already 3am and His Highness has to come over to check on you before he can leave."
"Well, I have to say it, even an outsider like me thinks this is true love."
"..." Ian was silent for a while, "I don't want to talk about emotional issues now."
"Well, okay, let's talk about something else."
Xirui shrugged.
"After I came here today, I heard people gossiping about you in the tea room. This isn't a relationship issue; it's a style issue."
"I heard that you have a close friend here, and the red flag is flying high at home, and the colorful flags are flying outside?"
"Empty blood." Ian said coldly.
He could immediately guess what Xirui had heard, which was nothing more than Lingni's affairs.
Rumors are like this. After being spread from mouth to mouth, the truth becomes unimportant, and what is most important is to arouse the emotions of the listeners. For this reason, it is not excessive to add fuel to the fire.
What is not there is said to be there, what is there is said to be not there, what is black is said to be white, and what is white is said to be black.
Ian pressed his solar plexus and frowned slightly:
"Don't listen to that nonsense. When I have some free time later, I'll sort out the atmosphere in the lab."
"That's just how scientific research is. Maybe it's just too boring, so everyone wants to find something fun to watch."
Xirui exclaimed in admiration.
"No matter what, we can't have a culture of spreading rumors."
Ian said seriously,
"—it will affect my marriage."
Xirui: ...Oh, you are also a love-brained person.
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