The medical organization was a hive of activity, utterly chaotic, with everyone busy with their own tasks.
Machines were continuously operating, the sound of data reporting was incessant, as were the voices of frustration from failed experiments.
Busy, always busy.
When Lu Qingyi arrived at the medical organization, this was the state she saw - everyone in the whole lab was busy.
If the antidote was not developed in a day, they could not rest properly for a single day.
"Everyone's busy, why are you still standing there?"
Lu Qingyi was standing at the entrance, watching. A man, hastily walking past Lu Qingyi with something in his hand, made this comment.
He did not even notice who the person standing at the door was.
He rushed out, then, after a while, he returned, "Doctor..."
He looked at Lu Qingyi, took a deep breath, and suddenly felt like slapping himself.
