When Chen Yang brought Frosts back to the second level again, Em was standing anxiously in the conference room. As soon as he saw Frosts in the wheelchair, he hurried over and asked, "Sir, are you okay?"
"Um, I'm fine."
Frosts waved his hand, indicating that he was alright.
Em glanced at Chen Yang with some suspicion, with his familiarity with Frosts, he could naturally see that Frosts was much more spirited than before when he was sickly.
How on earth did this Asian man achieve such a miracle in half an hour?
Despite his doubts, Em stepped forward to take the wheelchair and pushed Frosts out.
"Chen, thank you this time, but I still hope that you can speed up the research progress here..."
"I understand, give me two more months. After preparing the first batch of cloned organs, everything will be as you wished."
Watching the back of Frosts leaving, the smile on Chen Yang's face gradually faded.
