The World's First Clinical Trial of Song He Su

Eighty percent of the Song He Bacteria Symbiotes had entered a life-or-death crisis. The evolution window had opened. Countdown: 150 seconds!

There were two possible evolutionary paths:

"Get ready!" Song He said. "The moment I call out a reagent, add it!"

The Group One members froze for a moment, then quickly scattered. One wall of the laboratory was lined with drawers full of raw material bottles. Once opened, they revealed all kinds of purified substances, numbering in the hundreds or thousands, including quite a few prohibited chemicals.

The Group Two members next door heard the commotion and turned to watch.

They had heard rumors about Song He beforehand, but had always been half skeptical. Could they finally witness him inducing bacterial evolution firsthand?

Path One: Blood Burst

Add trace amounts of Sodium Laureth Sulfate and Potassium Dihydrogen Phosphate.

One in ten thousand Song He Bacteria Symbiotes would evolve the Blood Burst mechanism. Before dying, they would explosively secrete massive amounts of Song He Su, draining every last bit of nutrients from their bodies. Overall Song He Su production would increase by 10%.

"Sodium Laureth Sulfate! Potassium Dihydrogen Phosphate! Do we have them?" Song He shouted.

The team members yanked open the raw material drawers and rummaged through them frantically. Glass bottles clattered together with sharp, crisp sounds.

"We have Sodium Laureth Sulfate!" "We have Potassium Dihydrogen Phosphate!"

"Add trace amounts!" Song He stayed bent over the microscope without looking up, directing them as he spoke. "The first three Culture Bottles!"

Path Two: Weight Loss and Slimming

Add trace amounts of Cocamidopropyl Betaine and Zinc Pyrithione.

One in a thousand Song He Bacteria Symbiotes would evolve the Weight Loss and Slimming mechanism. When they had sufficient nutrients, they would actively secrete more Song He Su to avoid becoming excessively fat. Overall Song He Su production would increase by 9%.

"Cocamidopropyl Betaine! Zinc Pyrithione! Add trace amounts to the middle three Culture Bottles!"

"For the final four Culture Bottles, add trace amounts of every ingredient I just named!"

Song He barked orders while the Group One members hurriedly added reagents as instructed.

There were ten Culture Bottles in total. The first three received Blood Burst, the middle three received Weight Loss and Slimming, and the final four received a mixture.

Song He was gambling!

He wanted to bet that some symbiotes in the final four Culture Bottles could evolve both Blood Burst and Weight Loss and Slimming at the same time!

What were the odds of evolving both simultaneously? Even if the probabilities were simply multiplied, it would be one in ten million. But the actual situation would be far harsher!

"Team Leader! The symbiotes are all dead!" A team member peering through a microscope cried out in shock.

Immediately, the Group One members rushed over to the microscopes and examined samples from all ten Culture Bottles.

After a brief inspection, their faces turned ugly. They did not know what to do.

"It's over! They're all dead!"

"A total wipeout? The stuff the Team Leader told us to add was ridiculous. I remember Sodium Laureth Sulfate is used in shampoo. How can you use that to culture bacteria?"

"Good thing we split off half the symbiotes for Group Two beforehand. Otherwise, they would have gone extinct in one go!"

Hearing the commotion, the Second Team Leader next door could not help walking over. He narrowed his eyes and leaned toward a microscope.

"They all died?" The Second Team Leader looked at Song He in surprise, seemingly astonished that his skill level could be this terrible.

"No. It's the pain of evolution." Song He remained calm. "Most bacteria die during every evolution, but one in ten thousand will evolve successfully and survive, replacing the original strain."

The Second Team Leader thought for a moment. "But how can you be sure one in ten thousand survived? What if they all died?"

"Wait." Song He smiled. "Wait for living bacteria to reappear in the Culture Bottles."

The Second Team Leader's gaze wavered. Wait?

What if they waited until the end and no living bacteria appeared?

The scene inside the Culture Bottles looked worse than a city after a Nuclear Weapon strike. Could any bacteria really have survived?

"I'm short-handed over there. Do you want to come help?" the Second Team Leader asked.

"I need to watch these ten Culture Bottles. Take my team members instead." Song He turned toward his dejected team members. "The evolved bacteria won't appear until tonight! Go help Group Two first. Once the evolved bacteria show up, I'll call you back!"

The Group One members looked at one another, then promptly surged into Group Two.

They did not believe any evolved bacteria had survived. They all believed Song He had screwed up. There was no work left for them in Group One, so they might as well help Group Two produce more Song He Su as quickly as possible.

Both groups were made up of old acquaintances. There was no hostility after they mixed together; instead, they began teasing one another.

"Oh? Comrade Lao Li has come to surrender?"

"What surrender? This is a battlefield uprising! Song He the Great screwed up this time. All that fierce maneuvering, and he nearly drove the Song He Bacteria extinct."

"Comrade Lao Liu, you fought to join Song He's group during the assignment. Regretting it now?"

"What is there to regret? Even a great man who screws up is still a great man. Hanging around a great man for a while isn't a loss. Song He Su is named after him, after all!"

"Lao Gong, are the Song He Bacteria over there really all dead?"

"If there were even a single survivor, why would we come defect to you? Luckily, you preserved the revolutionary spark. Otherwise, the Song He Bacteria would have gone extinct, and the Medical Field's newly kindled hope for antibiotics would have been snuffed out again!"

A group of White Coats chatted and laughed as they busied themselves, setting out more Culture Bottles.

They had no desire to mock Song He's failure. They merely felt that he was not quite as godlike as they had thought.

Over the next few hours, the scenes on both sides became completely different.

Song He was alone, guarding the ten Culture Bottles and continuously taking samples for observation.

The other White Coats gathered in Group Two's area. More and more Culture Bottles filled the lab benches, creating a bustling scene of furious activity.

Suddenly, the laboratory doors flew open with a bang!

Professor Ma wheeled himself in, his face lit with joy!

No, it was more than joy. He was practically exhilarated!

"Song He Su works! But the dose isn't enough. Produce one million units as soon as possible!" Professor Ma excitedly slapped the armrest of his wheelchair.

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The next second, he clearly saw how the people in the laboratory were distributed, and his expression turned stern. "Nonsense! Why have Group One's people gone to Group Two?"

"I sent them over!" Song He hurriedly said.

"Comrade Song He added some ingredients to the Culture Bottles, and the bacteria appeared to have all died. I temporarily borrowed Group One's comrades to help out over here," the Second Team Leader explained as well.

"I'm inducing evolution. One in ten thousand bacteria will evolve and survive. Once the evolved bacteria appear tonight, Group One's members will return to work," Song He added.

Only then did Professor Ma nod, his smile returning.

"Good! Then I will officially announce the good news!"

"I just came back from Lao Zhao's room. After the first injection of one hundred thousand units of Song He Su, the infection was visibly contained!"

"The doctors conducted a small-scale test and confirmed that Song He Su directly kills both Multidrug-Resistant Acinetobacter baumannii and Multi-Drug Resistant Tuberculosis!"

"Its effect on other Super Bacteria still needs verification, but there is no doubt that Song He Su has relieved the Medical Field's urgent antibiotic crisis!"

"The Medical Field's antibiotic crisis has persisted for years. With the arrival of Song He Su, we can finally catch our breath!"

"And of course, Lao Zhao can be saved too!"

After saying that, Professor Ma raised both hands and clapped forcefully!

The White Coats in the laboratory were also wildly excited, applauding frantically as countless admiring gazes turned toward Song He.

Amid the thunderous applause, Song He's face faintly reddened—one part from shyness, nine parts from excitement.

This was the world's first clinical trial of Song He Su. The results were good, and they were exhilarating.

Many antibiotics had powerful bactericidal abilities, yet once they entered the human body, they somehow became ineffective, or their toxicity proved even more vicious than the super bacteria themselves. That was why clinical trials were especially crucial. Only an antibiotic that could cure patients was a good antibiotic.

Every year, hundreds of thousands of patients around the world suffered under the torment of Super Bacteria. Once Song He Su entered mass production, it could save countless lives!

Of course, enormous value also meant enormous conflicts of interest. For Song He, that would be a tremendous hurdle.

But that was a matter for later. The urgent priority was to produce one million units of Song He Su as quickly as possible and drag Lao Zhao—who had received countless critical condition notices—back from the hands of the King of Hell!

"The Celebration Banquet can wait. Saving lives comes first. Get to work!" Professor Ma said. "Both of Lao Zhao's legs are still ulcerating. He needs a Song He Su injection as soon as possible if we're going to save them!"

In the midst of the joyful atmosphere, the laboratory continued operating.

Two hours quickly passed.

Group Two worked at full tilt. After several hours of hard work, the bottling machine began beeping again, producing a second bottle of Song He Su, which was taken away by a doctor who had rushed over.

But on the other side, the ten Culture Bottles Song He had stubbornly guarded still showed no improvement.

Expressionless, he remained alone and repeated the same motions: take a sample, observe it, take a sample, observe it... all to find a single living bacterium.

Professor Ma could not help wheeling himself over to Song He's side and patting his butt.

"Are you confident?" Professor Ma asked seriously.

"I'm confident about the first six bottles." Song He raised a hand and pointed at the ten Culture Bottles. "The last four are purely a gamble."

"What do you mean by confident, and what do you mean by gamble?"

"The production rate of Song He Su can increase by roughly tenfold. That's what I'm confident about with the first six bottles." Song He paused. "As for the gamble, I don't know what will happen either. Production might increase twentyfold, it might increase even more, or some other mutation might occur."

"They might all die too?" Professor Ma said.

"Yes." Song He smiled helplessly.

"Keep it up, brat!" Professor Ma pondered for a moment, then patted his butt again.

Professor Ma had actually wanted to pat his shoulder, but from his wheelchair, he simply could not reach it. So he could only pat Song He's butt. The meaning was more or less the same.

Song He gave a heavy grunt and bent over the microscope.