Jiang Zuo was startled and blurted out, "How did you know?"
Lu Chuxue kept rolling her eyes as she lightly tapped the tabletop with her pen. "Common sense, plus experience."
Jiang Zuo gaped, then muttered, "You people who can become managers are seriously impressive. You can guess almost everything."
A rare smile appeared on Lu Chuxue's face as she said with some sincerity, "You researchers are the truly impressive ones. You keep creating miracles."
Jiang Zuo fell silent for a moment before speaking seriously. "Antidotes don't actually have ranks, and they differ from other medicines."
Hearing this, Lu Chuxue's pen stopped. She looked up blankly. "No ranks? Shouldn't different levels of infection require different antidotes?"
"Not so." Jiang Zuo shook his head. "When someone becomes infected, we can't immediately determine the severity of their infection. That's why the antidote comes in a standardized dose."
Lu Chuxue frowned and asked in confusion, "Can't you draw the infected person's blood for analysis?"
Jiang Zuo looked at her with a faintly teasing smile. "By the time the results come out, would there still be time? Especially for those infected after being attacked by high-level zombies or alien species?"
Lu Chuxue froze. Only then did she realize she had oversimplified the matter and failed to think it through.
Then she continued asking, "But if the dosage is standardized, wouldn't the effects differ between mild and severe infections? Wouldn't it still be uncertain whether the antidote could save someone? The raw materials aren't cabbages, after all. Every special zombie crystal is incredibly valuable!"
That inexplicable smile remained on Jiang Zuo's face. "That's one of the difficulties in manufacturing the antidote, but our director has already solved it. The key is that our ingrained way of thinking differs from reality."
Lu Chuxue's eyes were full of