"Xie Kefu, you can't die! Xie Kefu, pull yourself together!"
"What happened? He was fine just now. How did he suddenly take a turn for the worse?"
"Oh no! Lou Jinghui isn't doing well either. Resuscitate him, quick! The defibrillator! Give him a shot of hormones to keep him going!"
"Lou Jinghui, open your eyes! Lou Jinghui, don't fall asleep! Hang in there a little longer!"
"Try artificial respiration. Who's going to give Lou Jinghui mouth-to-mouth?"
"Ugh? That's filthy!"
"His life is almost gone, so stop worrying about that! Whoever saves Lou Jinghui gets a hefty reward from the boss!"
"Fuck, you're really doing mouth-to-mouth? Will this even work? A little less force—you'll crush him to death!"
"Blegh, that's disgusting! She really put her mouth on him! Fan Tao, you're amazing!"
A group of people in white coats surrounded the rat cages, frantically trying to save the two rats. They gave them hormone injections and performed CPR, creating an atmosphere so tense it was as though a group of doctors were struggling to save some important person.
At the edge of the laboratory, Lou Jinghui and Xie Kefu leaned against the Data Wall and looked back, speechless, listening to their colleagues make a huge fuss.
"I regret naming the rats after ourselves. It sounds so ominous," Xie Kefu grumbled.
"Damn it, I objected when they named the rats after me. I knew this day would come!" Lou Jinghui said sourly.
The people in white coats worked for quite a while before someone let out a short cry of delight:
"He's stable! Xie Kefu's heart rate is stable!"
"Good, good, good! Xie Kefu survived. Hurry and save Lou Jinghui!"
After a long bout of chaos, the people in white coats let out mournful sighs. All their frantic movements suddenly stopped, and