The white mice were dying even faster!
Everyone was utterly dejected. How had they suddenly died for no reason? How had the adorable red blood cells turned into poison?
Song He carefully sliced up the white mouse carcasses for examination. After pondering for a moment, he arranged several groups of control experiments.
Another dozens of white mice died, but several groups survived.
"I understand." Song He fiddled with the slices of the carcasses and suddenly realized, "There's a problem with the blood types. The transfused blood conflicted with the mice's own blood."
"That shouldn't happen. We strictly followed the blood types." Ji Tianhe was puzzled.
Song He fell silent. He didn't understand either. Two groups of mice with different blood types had each been transfused with artificial red blood cells of a different blood type. Everything had been repeatedly tested before the transfusions, so in theory, there shouldn't have been any blood-type problems. They had definitely overlooked some detail somewhere.
The atmosphere in the laboratory became extremely dejected. In research and development, the most frightening situation was this: everything appeared to be correct, yet an unknown problem existed. It was like a complicated procedure missing one symbol; they had to slowly search through it from beginning to end.
The entire team quickly arranged shifts and began working three shifts a day to find the problem, conducting control experiments one group after another.
A corner of the cafeteria.
Song He silently gnawed on braised chicken over rice, his brows never relaxing as he pondered.
A tray was suddenly placed in front of him. Xiang Xiaotong sat down, wearing cycling shorts, a thin jacket, and a white tank top. Her face was glistening with sweat, clearly showing that she had just returned from a bike ride.
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