Targeted Suppressant

After arriving on this planet, Xu Zhuming had carried out several experimental projects.

Of all the experiments, only these two had made Xu Zhuming feel that their support had been of some small help.

As for the biggest problem, with just one day and one night, they simply could not solve it with their current capabilities. They could only do their utmost.

"Doctor, is every battlefield the soldiers encounter like this?" the assistant asked dejectedly.

This experiment's progress had left him deeply frustrated. He had once thought experimentation and research were simple, nothing more than ensuring the accuracy of data.

But this time, the soldiers had risked their lives to obtain firsthand data and had even used their own bodies for the experiment, yet they had been unable to promptly find a targeted suppressant.

The moment he received the data, he had known that while poisoned, the soldiers had still risked recording their own bodily data.

This data was incomparably precious.

And although he had never experienced it himself, he knew that recording it required tremendous courage and willpower—something he could not do.

It required extremely precise judgment. The instant the toxin invaded the central nervous system, they had to bite open the capsule and activate the body monitor. One small mistake, and the soldiers would never return.

When he had received the data earlier, his hands had been trembling.

Xu Zhuming had never been on a battlefield. The closest he had ever come was when he encountered several waves of space pirates on his way back from the Xianri Alliance.

Combat in space was far simpler. As long as they avoided the enemy's weapons, and as long as the starship was not damaged beyond the point of long-distance travel, they could survive.

Although entire starships were sometimes destroyed by