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After he finished speaking, the scene fell silent.

Then came the sound of gasps of shock.

"What...what did you say?" Anna's eyes widened.

Su Yisui pursed her lips: "I remember the complete NHP antibody formula, all the synthesis steps, reaction conditions, purification process, dosage standards... I remember it all."

Because he has had a very strong memory since childhood, he can remember everything he sees.

That's why he was able to publish a research paper in a top journal at a young age and become the youngest PhD at a top university.

In an instant, an incredulous gasp erupted in the room.

Professor Harris exclaimed excitedly, "Great! Then we can start over immediately. The equipment can be rearranged, the raw materials can be repurchased, as long as the formula is there, everything can be done again!"

“Yes!” Anna cheered. “Captain Su, you dictate, we’ll record, and we’ll try to re-prepare the first batch of antibodies within a week.”

The others echoed his sentiments, and the despair in the laboratory vanished, replaced by a renewed sense of hope.

But Su Yisui did not move.

He stood there, looking at his companions' excited faces, and slowly shook his head. "No, we're not starting over here."

Everyone was stunned.

"Then where do we go?" someone asked. "To other countries? To find a safer laboratory?"

Su Yisui shook his head again, then said in a deep voice, "I want to hold a press conference, a global press conference."

The room erupted in an uproar.

"A global press conference? Now?" Anna couldn't believe it. "Those who destroyed our data, those who kidnapped you, they won't allow it."

Su Yisui nodded: "I know, so I'm going to do something that they can't stop no matter what."

"This matter is—the global public release plan for the NHP antibody formula."

He looked at his shocked companions and continued, "I want to release the formula free of charge, not just to a certain country, organization, or company, but to the whole world. Any capable laboratory, pharmaceutical company, or research institution can use this formula to produce NHP antibodies."

Professor Harris was the first to react: "You're planning to abandon your patent? Why?"

Su Yisui said calmly, "Because it can save countless people, it should not belong to anyone; it should belong to all mankind."

He walked up to Professor Harris, looking into the old man's surprised eyes: "Professor, medicine should serve life, not profit. Right now, there are tens of thousands of people waiting for this drug. Every day of delay means more people will die. If we resume production and redistribute the supply step by step... how long will it take? A week? A month? Can those people afford to wait?"

Professor Harris opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Su Yisui continued, "But if I publish the formula, pharmaceutical factories all over the world can start production simultaneously. Advanced production lines in developed countries can mass-produce, and ordinary pharmaceutical factories in developing countries can also produce according to the formula. Prices will drop rapidly, supply will increase rapidly, and more people will receive treatment faster."

He looked at the others and said, "Moreover, this way, those who want to monopolize patents and profit from national crises will no longer have the opportunity. Once the formula is made public, it becomes public knowledge, and no one can monopolize it."

There was silence in the room.

Everyone is still processing this astonishing decision.

A few seconds later, Anna was the first to raise her hand: "I support you."

Then came the second, the third...

Finally, even Professor Harris slowly nodded: "You're right, medicine should serve life, not profit."

Su Yisui smiled and said, "Then let's begin preparations."

......

The next 24 hours were the most tense 24 hours in the entire capital of Country Y.

News spread that the young doctor who had been missing for eighteen days had returned and was going to hold a global press conference to reveal the NHP antibody formula.

The command building was heavily protected, with international peacekeeping forces and private security companies forming multiple lines of defense.

But everyone knows that's not enough.

Those interest groups and those behind-the-scenes manipulators will never sit idly by and let the formula be made public.

They will stop this press conference at all costs.

The press conference was scheduled for 10 a.m. the following day and would be broadcast live globally via satellite.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Su Yisui was making final preparations in the temporary studio on the top floor of the command post.

He changed into a clean white coat, looking like a genius young doctor.

At 9:30, Professor Harris rushed in, his face grave: "A lot of unidentified people have arrived outside. The security forces are in a standoff with them. Sui Sui, do you want to... postpone the press conference?"

Su Yisui shook her head: "We won't postpone it. The more people try to stop us, the more it shows that we are doing the right thing."

At 9:50, the studio door was suddenly kicked open.

Anna burst in, panting: "They've broken through the first line of defense and are rushing into the building!"

Su Yisui glanced at the clock on the wall; there were still ten minutes left.

He calmly said, "Let's move the plan forward. Ten minutes is enough."

At 9:55 a.m., live broadcasts from major media outlets around the world were simultaneously connected.

Su Yisui's face appeared on the screen.

He addressed the camera, speaking clearly in Chinese, "Hello everyone, I am Su Yisui. Today, I will be announcing the complete formula and preparation method of the NHP antibody. Before I begin, I would like to say a few words."

Gunshots and explosions could be heard coming from outside the studio, getting closer and closer.

But Su Yisui's voice did not tremble at all: "This formula should belong to everyone who needs it. Therefore, I have decided to disclose all the technical details free of charge. Any capable institution or individual can produce NHP antibodies based on this formula to treat patients."

"I don't ask for patent fees, I don't ask for authorship rights, I only ask for one thing: that this medicine be delivered to everyone who needs it at the lowest cost and the fastest speed."

He picked up a pen, turned around, and wrote the first chemical formula on the whiteboard.

The studio door was slammed shut with a loud bang.

But Su Yisui continued writing.

One chemical formula, and another chemical formula.

Reaction conditions, purification steps, dosage standards...

He wrote quickly and steadily, as if the gunshots and the banging on the door outside had nothing to do with him.

Hundreds of millions of people around the world watched on their screens as this young doctor calmly wrote a life-saving prescription amidst the crisis.

Watching him dedicate his heart and soul, without reservation, to the whole world.

The whiteboard gradually filled up.

As Su Yisui wrote down the last molecular formula and added the last line of notes, the studio door was finally forced open.

A group of masked men carrying guns rushed in.