Three days later.
At midnight, light snow fell outside the window.
A group of people in white coats surrounded the lab bench, their solemn expressions making it impossible to see through the crowd.
The two Double Half-Brain Connected Mice that had first demonstrated synchronized movements had deteriorated rapidly over the course of three days!
Everyone was frantic, using every means at their disposal in an attempt to save the lives of the two meritorious mice.
Song He had even offered a huge reward of two hundred thousand yuan. Whoever could pull the two mice back from the brink would receive the money immediately.
But the more anxious they became, the more chaotic things grew. All kinds of treatments were thrown at the mice at once, and their physical indicators plummeted even faster.
Clearly, although everyone in the lab looked respectable in their white coats, they were essentially a bunch of incompetent quacks.
At last, the two meritorious mice reached the end of their lives on that snowy night!
Judging from the monitoring data, the Death God was already lingering around the lab bench!
As the equipment let out a warning beep, the heart of the first Double Half-Brain Connected Mouse on the left stopped beating!
"Resuscitate it!" Song He ordered.
Fan Tao hurried forward, extended two fingers, and performed CPR on the mouse with her fingertips. The prepared hormones were also injected into its body in a large dose.
Xiang Xiaotong stood to the side watching, utterly dumbfounded. She had never imagined that her student's laboratory would put on a show like this.
CPR on a white mouse? Incredible! It was even funnier than a Spring Festival Gala skit. She really wanted to applaud.
But after looking at the expressions around her, which all seemed extremely serious, Xiang Xiaotong could