Director: "???"
Meow meow meow, is it really okay to be so direct?
He was somewhat restless. "Are you sure there's no cure?"
Sang Ning smiled wryly, "Look at what you're saying, I have no reason to lie about this."
"Genetic diseases, whether caused by heredity or other reasons, are not something that humans can solve in a short time."
"Furthermore,"
At this point, she sighed, "Today's elite humans are a mix of too many races, and to put it bluntly, their genetic makeup has long since become a hodgepodge."
"This kind of genetic disease that involves multiple races is more difficult to treat than genetic diseases in pure-blooded humans."
"I just don't understand what your ancestors were thinking. Mixing one or two kinds is one thing, but how come the highest record is more than thirty kinds?"
The director was quite embarrassed, and so were the people in the next room who were watching the two talking.
Yes, why are there so many varieties?
"Who initially allowed intermarriage among all races?"
A woman with silver hair and a pale face asked.
The middle-aged man with black hair frowned and thought for a moment before giving an affirmative answer.
"Maynard, the twelfth head of the totalitarian center, came to the conclusion from who knows where that the more genes are mixed, the better the offspring will be."
Another red-haired woman chimed in, "This conclusion was indeed correct in the early stages, so we can't say that the policy was wrong."
"It's no use talking about these things now. So much time has passed, there's no point in dwelling on them now."
The white-haired man said helplessly, "The most urgent thing now is that the genetic disease is about to have a full-scale outbreak, and Sang Ning's traditional Chinese medicine is our last hope."
"If she can't do anything either, then we really will have to find another way out."
So, all four of them looked at Sang Ning through the big screen, wanting to hear what she had to say.
What could Sang Ning say? She simply stated that she was powerless to help.
The director was now in a panic, "How can you be powerless? Your traditional Chinese medicine skills..."
"Director, stop."
Sang Ning, the terrible director, had placed her on a pedestal. Unable to bear it any longer, she interrupted him, saying, "I think your understanding is flawed. Traditional Chinese medicine is not a panacea."
"Especially in genetic diseases, the effects of traditional Chinese medicine may not be as good as your current medical techniques."
"Qin Heng..."
"Qin Heng's problem and genetic disease are two different concepts. His is a rare and difficult disease, but genetic disease is not."
Sang Ning was quite exasperated. "Throughout history, anything related to genes has always been the most difficult to deal with."
"Do you understand what I mean, Dao'er?"
I understand, but I don't want to understand.
"I'm going to die."
The director looked at her with a sorrowful expression, "To be honest, I have a genetic disease, I..."
"Guide,"
Sang Ning interrupted him, and the director exclaimed, "Could you please let me finish before you interrupt?"
"cannot."
I'm not crazy; I'm just making things difficult for myself by listening to your act.
"You don't have any genetic diseases. Not only do you not have any genetic diseases, you don't even have any minor ailments."
Pointing to her eyes and waving her hand, Sang Ning said irritably, "My eyes aren't blind, and my hands aren't crippled. Traditional Chinese medicine uses observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. From your face, I can't see anything wrong except that you seem to be suffering from internal heat."
"Don't try to fool me like I'm a complete idiot."
There's no way to explain this.
The director stammered for a moment before deciding to get straight to the point, "Comrade Sang Ning, I hereby formally invite you to participate in the New World Project. What do you say?"
"reject."
Sang Ning didn't need to know the specifics of the New World Project to know that it was definitely related to genetic diseases.
Unfortunately, this was truly beyond her capabilities.
"If you're hoping to treat genetic diseases with traditional Chinese medicine, I advise you to stick to existing medical methods; that's a more reliable approach."
No matter how bizarre the medical techniques in this world may be, medical techniques that can solve diseases are good medical techniques.
So what if you break a bone and need to take the bone? There's limb regeneration technology, so it's not a problem.
No one says that a new one is necessarily better than the original. If the functions are the same and it doesn't affect the use, then it's not a big deal.
Similarly—
"Seriously, you'd be better off relying on those medical gurus than on me."
"Joining the new world will take you to the pinnacle of life, and it will also solve the predicament of planet E72. Are you sure you don't want to consider it?"
"Not considering it."
"Actually, we can consider it."
"I'll call my Uncle Gu."
As she spoke, Sang Ning opened her terminal as if to contact Gu Shiqian, but the director immediately panicked and rushed over to stop her, saying, "Don't call, let's talk after he arrives, what do you think?"
"Still want to talk?"
Sang Ning stared wide-eyed, completely bewildered as to why the director was so eager for her to join the New World Project.
"talk."
The director gritted his teeth and said, "I can't explain the specifics of the New World to you in a short time, but your Uncle Gu and the others know. We'll talk about it again once you get the truth from them."
Sang Ning pondered for a while, then nodded, "Alright, I'll see what Uncle Gu and the others have to say then."
"You can leave now."
The director, feeling exhausted, waved to her, signaling her to leave.
"Don't go anywhere. Just stay in your room. I don't care if you're studying or going on the StarNet, just don't leave the jurisdiction of the Wilderness Survival program team."
At this point, he looked at Sang Ning and asked, "Do you understand?"
"clear."
Sang Ning nodded in understanding, then turned and left without hesitation.
The director felt that her departure was too hasty and chaotic. He stared at the door until Sang Ning's figure disappeared behind it and the door closed completely before leaning back in his chair as if he had no bones.
"e=(o｀*)))Alas!"
He sighed deeply and said calmly, "You can come over now."
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, with a series of cracking sounds, the left wall suddenly split open to both sides.
After the noise stopped, two men and two women came over from the next room.
The silver-haired woman said sternly, "You've said too much."
"If I don't tell you, Sang Ning will leave immediately, believe me or not."
The director complained irritably, "You guys don't actually think that the child Gu Shiqian and the others raised together would be a naive and innocent girl who would believe whatever I say?"
The four remained silent.
They did indeed have this idea before they officially met Sang Ning.
After officially meeting Sang Ning, they realized they had been overthinking things.
What the hell does it matter if she's a naive and innocent girl, ignorant and without a proper education? None of that matters to Sang Ning.
She is a confident and opinionated girl.
He knows perfectly well what he can and cannot have, what he can and cannot do, what he should and cannot do, what he can and cannot be curious about.
It's so hard to fool her.
Even using force won't work; the director won't agree.
Gu Shiqian and his group are also a problem.
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