Hearing the legendary name "Shi Yang," the classroom instantly erupted into commotion.
"Pay attention to discipline," Hu Zengwu suppressed the disturbance before turning to Shen Yiyun with a stern face, "Can't you be more composed?"
"Sorry, sorry..." Shen Yiyun hurriedly approached Hu Zengwu's ear, cautiously starting to explain.
At the other end, Wu Shu and Ou Xingzhuo also sent a meaningful glance to Li Zheng from a distance. Li Zheng, without time to think further, tidied up his experimental station and left the examination room quickly, almost running in the last few steps.
Once outside the laboratory, he turned around only to see Shi Yang leaning against the wall, his face more sunken than before, pale, with dry and cracked lips, eyes slightly open, breathing evenly.
Next to him, a middle-aged man wearing glasses was holding an IV stand, teeming with anxiety—this must be the legendary Father Shi.
