Song He was run ragged, spending all day cooped up in the lab working. He designed more Bacterial-Grade Robots while searching for a suitable Immunosuppressant.
His experimental team happened to return from their trip, only to be remotely directed by their boss to start working.
Every morning, Song He sent the list of Immunosuppressants that needed verification to the laboratory at Ruoqiang Base.
The team members then applied for a batch of monkeys and mice. They administered the drugs first, then injected micrometer-sized metal particles and Engineered Bacteria into the optic nerves, simulating the process of Bacterial-Grade Robots entering the body and observing the effects of the different Immunosuppressants.
This work obviously could not be finished in a day or two. It was foreseeable that quite a few more monkeys and White Mice would perish. The grave sin of slaughter had already been committed, so Song He could only pray that they would develop the Immunosuppressant as soon as possible, allowing the brave and fearless experimental animals to die with smiles on their faces.
Before long, it was time for the Weekly Meeting again.
The previous few Weekly Meetings had all been fierce clashes.
But this Weekly Meeting was completely lifeless!
Hu Xiaotian's Brain Tissue Calculator had been criticized by the teacher as utterly worthless. He had simply given up and started exploring a new research direction, but had found nothing. With zero progress this week, he did not even bring a culture flask for his presentation and apologized to the teacher with a pitiful expression.
Huang Qiqin once again demonstrated her Artificial Brain's ability to identify the direction of sounds, only to fail publicly yet again. The tall, broad-faced girl was on the verge of breaking down and almost burst into tears in front of everyone. She complained miserably