Quan Jingwu nodded before turning towards Fu Heng, "How long will it take to develop a cure for the virus?"
"Without the virus agent, it will be difficult to develop an antidote under these circumstances. We can't just rush into using any drug," Fu Heng replied, looking troubled.
More importantly, viral agents weren't his area of expertise.
From the corner of his eye, Quan Jingwu saw a stealthy gaze spying from the window, which made his eyes frost over, "Fu Heng!"
Pondering the issue of the viral agent, Fu Heng was startled out of his thoughts by Quan Jingwu's call. Quan Jingwu silently gestured him, subtly sweeping his gaze towards the window.
Fu Heng's heart sank as he swiftly understood his aim.
He discreetly left via the side door, while Quan Yimo and others, though puzzled by his actions, did not interrupt.
Soon after, a series of screams came from outside.
"Ah--"
"It hurts so bad, what are you trying to do?" the man yelped in pain.
