Early in the morning, Song He walked into the laboratory and was so startled that his face twisted.
More than half the team members had already arrived, along with over a dozen students, including the Provincial Top Scorer. Everyone was neatly dressed in white lab coats, gathered together with their sleeves rolled up... to draw blood!
More than a dozen bags of blood had already been drawn, while even more people were smearing iodine disinfectant on their arms. Fan Tao was the nurse responsible for drawing blood, but her technique was poor. Blood had splattered across the lab bench in a misty spray, making the scene so gruesome it needed to be censored.
"What are you doing?" Song He asked, dumbfounded.
"Collecting experimental materials," Fan Tao said. "Everyone's donating one hundred milliliters so we can extract some stem cells."
"Are we so broke that we can't afford White Mice anymore? Where did my money go?" Song He was aghast. "If we have White Mice, why are you using human blood? At this rate, will I have to recruit a whole bunch of new people soon?"
"The airfreight shipment of White Mice was delayed. They won't arrive until tonight. Everyone felt that we couldn't sit around doing nothing all day, so we decided to try some human blood first. We'll have to use human blood sooner or later anyway." Fan Tao's tone was flat. "Boss, do you want to contribute some?"
"Absurd! Stop drawing blood! Do any of you have medical licenses?" Song He immediately called a halt. "The School of Bioengineering definitely still has White Mice. I'll call and borrow some."
Song He broke into a slight sweat. While calling Xiang Wenwei, the dean of the School of Bioengineering, he reflected on whether there was something wrong with the way