April, the first weekend.
At eight in the morning, Song He and Xiang Xiaotong sat side by side beside the office's floor-to-ceiling window, silently staring at the glass.
Eight video windows were displayed across the glass. Eight operating rooms were making hectic preparations, with doctors taking their places one after another. The Experimental Monkeys sat quietly in cages beside the operating tables, nervously scratching at their fur and blinking their big eyes as they looked around.
A small map was displayed in the lower-left corner of each video window. It currently showed the navigation interface, with vehicles speeding toward the hospitals. Their cargo was the Artificial Organs of monkeys sent back from Space City.
At last, the navigation interfaces stopped at different hospitals. One operating room after another received the space packages, and the Experimental Monkeys were carried to the operating tables.
The couple's shoulders tensed slightly. They were somewhat nervous, as though the Experimental Monkeys on the operating tables were pets they had raised themselves.
It was not that they were worried about the quality of this batch of organs. They had personally verified the organ models and were confident there were no problems.
Their nervousness stemmed from the doctors. In the past, when they conducted transplantation experiments of this kind, they had always paid top dollar to hire the best doctors. Today, however, there was not a single familiar older face in the operating rooms. Every doctor there was young and had been trained by the Chenghuang Order Class.
The reason for using young doctors was simple. If the development of these eight new kinds of Artificial Organs succeeded, the volume of organ-transplant surgeries would surge. The doctors trained by the Chenghuang Order Class had to take up the banner. If the large number of doctors the Order