Chapter 83: Speedrun must succeed, is destined to succeed, and will never fail. ...
Facts have proved that Bian Ling is still the same Bian Ling. What he wanted to accomplish but failed to accomplish, just once was enough.
Whether in the past or now, he has great confidence in his abilities.
To be honest, the moment he realized that the end of the world was being repeated, Professor Bian, who was lazy and looked like he had no trace of life, stood up almost instantly.
He rarely loses his composure like this.
Of course, he wasn't trembling about the coming of the end of the world, but...
He couldn't bear to destroy the peaceful world before him, where even the air was filled with tranquil fragrance. Even though it had its bad sides, he couldn't bear to see it shattered.
At this moment, outside the terrace of the small villa, there are still people dancing, light and shadow flowing, and lush greenery. If he does nothing, then all of this will collapse in a few days, and only the eye-catching tower will become a witness to history.
Everything vibrant will turn gray. At the age of nine, he was still ignorant and didn't know how such a change would distort human nature. But now, he has completely understood it.
Almost instinctively, he immediately contacted the people in the country.
No one can always make the right choice, and he is no exception, so he only makes the choice he thinks is right. His will at the moment is——
Give it a try, even if he doesn't belong to this world.
After all, at least now, he is in this world, the people he knows are also living in this world, he also has Tianhuo Pharmaceutical, Zhuoyu Equipment, and Rubao Company. Unknowingly, he already owns so many things in this world.
Therefore, for the sake of others and himself, he could not stand idly by.
Although it seemed that he used many reasons and excuses to convince himself, it took Professor Bian less than three seconds to make the decision.
After all, there are many things that you will only realize that you actually have such a treasure when you are about to lose it.
Premier Wen had asked him about his friends many times. He used to lie and say he didn't know, but now...
Already know.
Feeling the "Dawn No. 1" potion slowly taking effect in his body, Bian Ling placed the remaining potion in a refrigerated medicine box, then carried it out of the villa.
"Someone come and take me to Jing City."
When Bian Ling was leaving, of course he took the express lane. The central government even sent a military plane to ensure his safe arrival. In less than an hour, he was already standing in the most confidential research institute in Beijing.
The information of everyone here is of the highest confidentiality level. Many people are unknown to the outside world, but on the country's confidentiality list, they are more confidential than the head of state.
Unexpectedly, Bian Ling also saw several familiar faces who had come to listen to his paper presentation.
But now was not the time for small talk. He placed the box, which had passed through layers of security checks, on the round table and unlocked the electronic lock with his fingerprint. "First of all, I'm pressed for time, so I'll be brief."
"This is a special medicine for fighting this virus. I brought enough for about a hundred people."
What?! So this is the effect of the acupuncture he received from the professor in Lucheng?
No, is it appropriate to give him such a precious medicine? There are only enough for 100 people!
The pilot who was sending the people over and was wearing a thick protective suit was completely torn apart. He immediately reached for the communication equipment on his waist, and then remembered that these electronic devices had been stopped as soon as he entered the door.
Oh my god, he had just carried this first aid kit, and it actually contained such an important item! His hands had also lifted the heavy things of the country. Fortunately, he didn't know in advance, otherwise he would be afraid that he would not be able to fly the fighter plane steadily.
"As you can see, because the drowsiness is so widespread, the injections are difficult to apply in a short period of time. Therefore, I need your help. To ensure that you do not fall into a coma, please give each of you an injection."
"Of course, if you don't trust me, you can just quit the project and replace it with someone who's willing to join the team."
After Bian Ling entered the working state, he exuded a cold aura from head to toe. Even the old man who had been immersed in scientific research for decades could not help but be shocked by his courage.
No one doubted that he would make such a joke at this time. Although this young scholar had only been emerging for less than two years, in the scientific community, the one who achieved success always came first.
"Are you going to make an aerosol-inhalable medicine?"
"Would you mind sharing the formula for this potion? Perhaps it would be helpful for future research."
"Don't worry, we will never take possession of your scientific research results."
…
Bian Ling asked people to distribute the medicine, and then send the rest out. The people here must not fall, and the people who were directing the operation outside must not fall either.
The person who delivered the medicine was the pilot who brought him here.
The pilot carrying the medicine box was no different from carrying a bag of explosives, but the scientists who had already entered the working state had completely forgotten about him and no one cared about his whereabouts.
Fortunately, when he carried the "explosive bag" out, the medicine box was quickly escorted away by a special person, and even he himself was caught.
However, Bian Ling didn't care about these. What he cared about was the experimental data in front of him.
"Why are you in such a hurry to make an aerosol formula? Honestly, this formula is theoretically perfect. If it can be mass-produced, it can at least save..."
Bian Ling glanced at the man, then continued to work with his head down without saying a word.
Someone quickly came over and pulled the person who was speaking away, whispering, "Old Yu, you're aging too quickly. The medicine is good, but do you know how many people are unconscious out there? It's not hundreds of thousands or millions, it's tens of millions. How long do you think it will take to treat so many people with injections?"
“…But I don’t have the confidence.”
Professor Yu knew this too, but compared to the illusory aerosol medicine, there is already a relatively mature formula. If it is promoted, it can at least save some people.
He admits that he is a relatively pessimistic conservative.
"I'm willing to withdraw from the plan and cooperate with the country in using the injection on a small scale. This will at least save some people first. But don't worry, I will definitely sign the agreement and will never infringe on Professor Bian's scientific research results."
“…Let him go.”
Since Bian Ling had spoken, Professor Yu was quickly escorted away by someone. He needed to go to other research institutes to prepare injections. Several people left with him, but more people chose to stay.
Because their ambitions are greater and they are trying to save everyone.
There are too many people in a coma. According to the progression of any disease, there is a time limit. They must race against time. As long as there is hope, they will never give up.
Just like the young man who just fell from the sky carrying a medicine box.
He could have been the one holding the torch outside, but now he is still making better torches.
The name of Heavenly Fire is well deserved.
Young people these days are so scary, but...
very nice.
Everyone started the experiment without sleep. No one complained of being tired. When they were hungry, they ate nutrient solution to fill their stomachs. When they were sleepy, they drank nutrient solution to replenish their physical strength and energy. Everyone's eyes were red from staying up late, but no one thought there was anything wrong with it.
This is what scientific research is like. When your spirit is raised to the highest level, all instinctive needs will be suppressed. The beauty of science is like the most natural "drug". Once it flows into the body, the brain will tremble unconsciously, and you will be immersed in it and unable to escape.
Bian Ling accepted this well. After all, in the end times, he was often or almost always in this state. Otherwise, he would not have been able to independently complete the research and development of Dawn One at this age.
And now, he is racing against death and the end of the world. This feeling is like an electric shock, stimulating and exciting. He does not feel tired at all. If his assistant had not handed him the nutrient solution, he would not even feel any hunger.
This is a long-lost sense of crisis.
In the past, whether it was the cancer-eliminating medicine or the latest drug addiction treatment, they were not difficult for him, so he was confident of winning, but this time it was completely different.
He knew full well that he was making history, and he—
Must succeed, destined to succeed, never fail.
Ajun also studied biology. To be honest, his talent was not bad. But now he was "surrounded" by such an urgent, solemn and high-pressure environment that even his breathing was stagnant.
Fortunately, he was a ghost, so he really didn't need any respite.
But he could only watch everyone busying themselves. At this moment, he finally understood why so many people yearned for the palace of science. People like Professor Bian were all crazy pursuers of "nature".
Their goal is not to defeat nature, but to find the most consistent set of experimental data that matches nature.
Its existence has long been an established fact, and the purpose of scientists is to find it, to find the last ray of hope that nature has left for mankind.
Everyone was frantically looking for it, and Ajun was praying in his heart. He even thought about making a wish, but... the mission was not completed yet, so he could not make a wish.
Perhaps it is better to make a wish to the gods than to the system, as the chances of it coming true may be greater.
Ajun could no longer perceive the passage of time. It was like a person in a dream. His consciousness felt that a century had passed, but when he really woke up, he realized that only a dozen minutes had passed.
That's how he feels now.
Is it too late? I hope so!
Ajun began to worship all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens. Time seemed to be stretched infinitely in his mind. He didn't know how long it had been before he finally heard the laboratory suddenly become quiet, or dead silent.
What's wrong? What happened?
Ajun wanted to speak, but was afraid of disturbing Professor Bian, so he could only wait for someone to break the silence first.
Soon, he heard someone speak. Of course, this person was none other than Bian Ling, but his voice was so hoarse that it trembled a little:
"Contact people outside and start production."
Wow wow wow wow wow——
Ajun didn't know why, but his eyes felt sore, but he was a ghost and couldn't shed any tears.
But the others were much more indulgent. Some began to cry loudly, some fell asleep on their backs, some began to frantically call outside, and more people looked at the huge clock on the wall -
Almost three days and four nights have passed since someone fell into a coma.
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The author has something to say: Professor Bian: You are worthy of being me [sunglasses][sunglasses].
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PS: To explain briefly, the Dawn No. 1 potion is aimed at the zombie virus (common name), it can make people immune and resist the zombie virus, and the anti-radiation potion made by Leng Xiaoqing based on Ling's chip is mainly aimed at radiation diseases.
Now Ling is working on a mass immunization program against the zombie virus. Because the entire planet needs to be sprayed, it's done through an aerosol spray. It won't just work on humans, but also on plants, animals, and water sources and soil. (← Yeah, I'm just going to write anything, hoo hoo!)
(Radiation sickness is the second stage of the apocalypse, and the current world is still in the first stage.) ←This is the setting of this article and is purely fictional.
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