Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

Lu Zifan told Pei Du about what had happened in the laboratory during this period.

The xenogeneic cell data previously sent by Pei Du helped the researchers develop new vaccines, which are now in initial use.

Pei Du knew that these vaccines had limited effectiveness, and the virus circulating in the city was mutating at an increasingly rapid pace, meaning that ordinary people's immunity simply couldn't withstand even one round of transmission.

Not to mention that in their previous life, they didn't find a final solution until Pei Du ascended to heaven.

It seems that it will take a long time to develop a truly effective vaccine.

"I understand." Pei Du followed Lu Zifan out, closing the lab door behind him. He then asked again at the doorway, "After I left due to illness a while ago, has anyone been in here?"

Lu Zifan turned his head: "No, after you left, Senior Brother Pei, this laboratory was also sealed off. The director wouldn't let anyone else in."

Pei Du locked the door, took the key, and continued walking forward, pondering without saying a word for the time being.

"What's wrong, senior brother? Did you lose something?" Lu Zifan asked.

Pei Du said, "One of the experimental vials containing the medicine is missing."

Pei Du keeps records of everything, especially things related to the laboratory.

Both the data and the reagents were of paramount importance. Before leaving, Pei Du made sure to put all the experimental reagents into a fixed location and also made numerical records.

But when he returned to check this time, Pei Du counted several times in the data book and still found something missing.

"What kind of medicine?" Lu Zifan asked.

"It's nothing, I might have misremembered." Pei Du walked ahead without revealing the specific name of the lost item.

The missing experimental vial did not contain ordinary medicine.

That was the blood of prisoner number 89.

Mutant number 89, a highly intelligent criminal. Within two months of being infected with the virus, he rapidly transformed and massacred 432 ordinary citizens before being shot and killed by special police in a hotel across the West River.

The military then extracted blood from the corpse of mutant number 89 and handed it over to the laboratory for research.

The viruses in the blood of these mutant strains are highly infectious and accompanied by intense bodily mutations, so research on these cells is classified as a top secret by the laboratory.

Previously, Pei Du had been in charge of this research. After he left, the director probably took all the relevant materials back.

"I'll go report to the director first. Could you fill out this form for me? I've already prepared the form. Please fill in the names of the people to whom I assigned my tasks." Pei Du handed the form to Lu Zifan. "Give me the form before 6 PM tonight, electronic version is fine too."

“Okay.” Lu Zifan had no objections. He took the form and asked, “Senior brother, are you going back so early today?”

Before he got sick, Pei Du often worked overtime until 11 or 12 at night. Even when he worked from home, he would not finish until nearly 10 at night. Unexpectedly, Pei Du is now preparing to pack his things and leave before nightfall.

"Yes, I'm weak, and the doctor told me to rest more," Pei Du said without changing his expression. "I can't work overtime or overexert myself, otherwise I'll easily faint."

If someone falls into a coma, they will be stripped naked and thrown into a bathtub to drown.

"That serious?!" Lu Zifan's eyes widened. Seeing that Pei Du's face and lips were pale, he quickly picked up the form in his hand. "Okay, senior brother, then you should take care of yourself and get some rest. I'll fill out the form now."

Pei Du nodded. After finishing his business with Lu Zifan, he turned the corner and went to the director's office.

There are three or four directors in the laboratory, but only one overall person in charge. Gong Yuanshen is the oldest among all the directors and is also the current overall person in charge of the laboratory.

Pei Du always felt uncomfortable coming to the office. As Gong Yuanshen's main target for exploitation, he hesitated for several seconds in front of the office door before reaching out to knock. "Director, I'm Pei Du."

There was a response from inside very quickly.

"Enter."

Pei Du pulled down his sleeve to cover his injured right hand, opened the door, and went inside.

Gong Yuanshen sat in his office chair. His temples were gray, and wisps of hair were combed down on either side of his forehead. He still wore the same gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.

Having not seen him for nearly a month, the wrinkles on Gong Yuanshen's face seemed to have deepened even further. Upon seeing Pei Du, Gong Yuanshen's grayish pupils glanced at him casually, then he continued talking to the lab technician standing across the table as if he hadn't seen him at all.

Pei Du wisely kept quiet and stood aside, listening to the conversation between the two people in front of him.

"All the project data you have is wrong! Did you even read it carefully? Look through the documents yourself; the current implementation direction is completely different from the plan you submitted before! How did you arrive at your research findings on pathogens?"

Despite being 76 years old, Gong Yuanshen still spoke with a strong voice, flipping through the papers in the folder as he spoke, making a rustling sound.

The lab technician standing in front of the table, head bowed, said, "Director, I entered the data incorrectly before. I'll go back and correct it..."

"This isn't about whether to change it or not; it's that your thinking is completely different from before! I don't know what you were thinking before and after, but because of your mistake, the entire project has wasted hundreds of thousands of yuan!" Gong Yuanshen became more and more angry as he spoke, and the entire room was filled with a low pressure.

The lab technician standing in front kept apologizing. Gong Yuanshen glanced at him, threw the folder on the table, and sighed.

"Ling Yu, you're new here and don't have enough experience yet. Learn from those senior colleagues and build a solid foundation before you take charge of experimental projects."

Ling Yu...

Pei Du felt the name sounded familiar. He recalled that it was the new junior apprentice his colleague had mentioned to him yesterday.

Every newcomer to the lab will encounter this. Gong Yuanshen has a fiery temper and loves to nitpick. Pei Du happened to be assigned to work under him during his university internship, and was scolded by the old man Gong so much that he couldn't sleep at night.

Ling Yu was clearly not having a good time either when he first arrived at the laboratory. His ears were bright red, and he said urgently, "Director, I've already completed forty percent of this project. Please give me another chance..."

"If half of what you've got is wrong, what are you continuing for?!" Gong Yuanshen frowned, his wrinkles furrowing as he revealed a mixture of exhaustion and impatience in his anger.

"Alright, alright, you don't need to worry about it anymore! Give this project back to Pei Du. He's always slacking off and pretending to be sick. Who knows what he's up to at home! Let him clean up the mess he left behind!"

Pei Du: "..."

"Senior Brother Pei is still sick. He already has over a hundred projects piling up, so he doesn't have time to go..." Ling Yu wanted to say something more, but Gong Yuanshen had no desire to listen anymore and waved for him to leave.

"Ling Yu, I've already informed Director Gao. You'll be learning from him for the next period of time. Once you've passed the assessment, I'll assign you other projects," Gong Yuanshen said. "You don't need to worry about Pei Du; he's not going to die from his illness."

Pei Du: "..."

Ling Yu didn't speak. After a few seconds of silence, he nodded and said, "Okay, thank you, Director."

After he said that, he turned and left.

Pei Du stood to the side, and when he looked up, he saw the tense lines of Ling Yu's face. Ling Yu's eyes opened, his pupils shimmering slightly behind his black-rimmed glasses.

Pei Du was surprised.

...It was him? The Toilet Play Guy?

When Ling Yu saw Pei Du pause, he seemed to recognize Pei Du as well. He immediately lowered his head and quickly walked past Pei Du.