The sun was rising.
All was quiet in the Research Institute.
The soldier in charge of inspecting the apparatus opened the glass coffin and asked the young man inside, "Professor Shen, how are you feeling?"
The young man accepted the water he offered, saying, "I'm fine. There haven't been any issues with the apparatus, have there?"
The soldier replied, "None."
Shen Zhizhu took off his white coat from a hanger and put it on. His movements were refined and graceful, his handsome face carried the lingering haze of awakening.
"If our final inspections go smoothly, I suppose we can start using it for medical purposes by next month." The soldier checked the data and commented.
Shen Zhizhu nodded, "Bring An Zicheng here, along with the documentation he compiled."
*
An Zicheng's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot while reading the notes in his hands.
One after another, all fucking coveting his sister!
Even if he was the leader, he felt the urge to curse!
