"Not for now." Professor Ma paused. "Of the two Antibiotic Bacteria Song He found, one can barely be used, while the other is difficult to use. Their value isn't particularly high."
"But he's too young! At such a young age, who knows how much potential he'll unleash in the future? I practically can't imagine it!" Yu Anbang said. "My talent is, at most, a piece of fatty meat, and the ones who came after me were wolves. But he's Tang Monk's flesh—the things that come after him will be genuine demons!"
"Wait a little longer! Once he... produces Antibiotics capable of killing Super Bacteria, send people to protect him immediately."
Professor Ma let out a long sigh.
"He's still a child. Children should be a little happier. Seeing the sunlight on the ground is enough. Why show him the corpses beneath it? If we send people to protect him, the world in his eyes will change overnight. Why make him bear that pressure too soon?"
After a long silence, Professor Ma ended the call.
He maneuvered his wheelchair, his old, rigid back slowly moving forward before disappearing into the brocade-like flower beds.
At midnight, in the laboratory.
A group of high school students stood listlessly before the lab benches like zombies.
All afternoon, Song He's voice had echoed repeatedly through the laboratory:
"This batch is ruined. Prepare the next one."
"Ruined. Next batch."
"Ruined."
Ruined, ruined, ruined, ruined... Song He's emotionless voice echoed in everyone's hearts.
No one could remember how many times they had scrubbed Petri Dishes or how many Culture Medium bottles they had washed. Their fingers had soaked in water until the skin was almost peeling off, yet they had made not the slightest progress.
The River Bacteria repeatedly slaughtered the Song Bacteria without mercy. Everyone