Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Chapter 281 Cold-blooded Cannon Fodder Doctor 21

The guards arrived in time, averting unknown dangers. Ni Qing, escorted along the way, successfully entered the base, amidst the continuous shouts and cries of people in the distance.

After taking off her protective suit, she slowly stretched out her hand, exposing it to the scorching sun. The intense burning sensation was like being pricked by needles.

Due to years of malnutrition, the fingers, which never saw the sun, turned a bloodless white, and in just a few seconds, the entire back of the hand was sunburned.

Only by walking the same path can one truly empathize.

Although she knew full well that the chances of changing the fate of a world were extremely slim, she simply couldn't keep going like this until the very end.

She quickly took a shower, and the wound on the back of her hand looked particularly gruesome and severe in the cold white light.

I washed my fingers with hand sanitizer, then changed into a spotless white lab coat and went to the laboratory database.

She wasn't sure if the key to breaking through the problem was the blood or the moon gradually sinking; without a specific and complete plot, much remained unknown.

Whether it was the tragic situation in the outside world or a psychological problem, she always felt restless.

She dialed the number of the staff on duty: "Bring the test subject over." After saying that, she hung up the phone. As if she suddenly remembered something, she unlocked her phone again and quickly typed to the staff member from a few days ago.

Ni: [I told you to keep an eye on Song Ling's movements. Has anything seemed off?]

They replied very quickly.

Staff: [Dr. Song has been acting rather capriciously lately, with almost no work-related contact, but he recently went to the base.]

Ni Qing's expression remained unchanged. She stared quietly at the text on the screen, unaware that Yue Jianchen had entered.

Ni: [Do you know where he went?]

Perhaps she sensed the presence of another person in the lab, but she didn't look up, simply waiting silently for the other person to type...

Staff: [He went to a mobile phone store? I wonder if there was a problem with the phone.]

Ni Qing paused, her eyes instantly turning cold.

"What's wrong?" Perhaps because the moon had been neglected for too long as it gradually set, He took the initiative to ask, in a lazy and casual manner.

The doctor in white stood silently for a moment before quickly removing his gloves. The gruesome and terrifying scars on the back of his hands were shocking, causing the silver-haired youth to raise an eyebrow.

Without a word, she took off her outer robe and was about to go out when, as she passed the experimental subject, a tall, slender figure turned slightly to the side, blocking her way.

Despite Ni Qing's somewhat aloof expression, He still naturally took her injured hand, his fair and slender fingertips slowly stroking the back of her hand.

He then slowly clasped his hands together, a gesture that, to outsiders, would be considered ambiguous and suggestive of taking advantage. However, his silver-gray pupils remained calm and undisturbed, devoid of any human emotions or desires.

It even made the person in question feel as if the other party was performing some kind of mysterious and solemn ritual.

Ni Qing didn't have time to argue with him right then and there, and instinctively tried to pull her hand back. The next second, she slowly stopped struggling.

The burning wound now felt as if it were enveloped by something cool, and the needle-like pain slowly subsided.

Before she could react, the other person released her hand first, their eyes clear and indifferent, without the slightest trace of ambiguity.

She stared blankly at the back of her injured hand, which was smooth as ever, with no trace of the wound. The pain had also disappeared with the coolness of her departure.

It's amazing that this isn't the first time He has revealed these abilities to her. Although she doesn't know why He is so unguarded with her, she still needs to see how the shop owner is doing.

Especially her daughter's situation.

"Can I go?" Yue Jianchen tilted his head.

Ni Qing refused without hesitation. What difference was there between bringing one more person and bringing one more piece of leverage? Besides, His identity was too special to be revealed in public.

The silver-haired youth watched silently as the woman's figure gradually disappeared into the distance. Then, the staff stepped forward and took her back to the detention cell.

Ni Qing was already quite adept at putting on the protective suit this time.

Although she had anticipated the worst possible outcome, she still jogged to the mobile phone store without stopping. The beads of sweat on her forehead were hard to tell whether they were from cold sweat or just dryness.

After the mechanical "Welcome" greeting.

She was breathing heavily, and looked over with a hopeful look in her eyes.

The shop owner was still looking down, unlike usual. Her hair, which was always neatly styled, was now disheveled and unkempt, with half-gray strands obscuring her aged and tired face.

She didn't look at her phone, but when she heard the ringtone, she suddenly looked up, her bloodshot eyes quickly locking onto Ni Qing.

She looked like she had aged ten years overnight.

Ni Qing was uneasy, but she remained outwardly calm. Everyone knew each other's intentions, so they simply kept silent.

Seeing Ni Qing sit down, she spoke softly: "That day, about ten minutes after you left, a young man came in. I thought he wanted to get his phone fixed..."

"His gaze made me very uncomfortable; it was a mixture of smugness and gloom. I didn't really want to talk to him, but he said..."

"My daughter, Zhou Yan, is dead—"

"Is it true, Dr. Ni?"

Her eyes hadn't closed at all; the blood vessels were frighteningly red. Behind her, on the shelf, were the returned fruit, which had already begun to rot.

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"Need to fix your phone, young man?" Zhou Yan's mother asked the man in a calm tone.

Song Ling put on his signature smile: "Hello, Auntie, I'm not here to get my phone repaired." He just smiled slightly before his expression turned sorrowful.

"Was that woman there too, to get her phone repaired?"

The shop owner glared at her, muttering, "Of course! This is a mobile phone shop. What? You know her?"

Song Ling chuckled lightly: "We're more than just acquaintances, we're colleagues. Did she tell you she works in the lab?"

The shop owner was somewhat displeased, and his tone turned cold: "The customer's work has nothing to do with me. Young man, what exactly are you trying to say?"

The other party remained composed: "Her job may have nothing to do with you, but your daughter, Zhou Yan, might have some connection to her..."

The shop owner narrowed his eyes, becoming increasingly wary.

Her attitude was like that of Ni Qing's loyal dog, which made Song Ling somewhat dissatisfied, but she still suppressed her anger. She originally planned to talk to her properly and try to make the old woman understand.

But he was clearly too kind.

"Your daughter recently volunteered to participate in an experiment, but the experiment failed and ultimately led to your daughter's death."

The shop owner's brow remained furrowed. Upon hearing this, his heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively grabbed a model machine from the side and smashed it over the ground: "What nonsense are you spouting?"

No mother could bear to hear that.

She was certain that this was just a prank by someone with nothing better to do, but the fact that the other person could accurately say her daughter's name, coupled with the fact that she hadn't been able to contact her daughter in a short period of time, made her pretend to be calm, but she was actually a little flustered inside.