The machine kept beeping nonstop as bottle after bottle of Song He Su dropped out!
The doctor kept picking up the medicine bottles. Before long, he could no longer hold them all and had no choice but to stuff them into the pockets of his white coat.
In just a few minutes, a full nine bottles of Song He Su had been produced!
After repeatedly confirming that the machine had stopped, the doctor said gratefully, "This is more than enough! The patient's infection should be brought under control!"
"I hope he recovers soon!" Song He nodded.
The doctor hurried away. Everyone in the laboratory kept their eyes fixed on Song He, their faces blank with shock.
A little less than half a bottle of culture medium had produced nine hundred thousand units of Song He Su in one go?!
What an outrageous yield!
Even Professor Ma, who had seen all kinds of incredible things, was slightly stunned. "The evolved Song He Bacteria has a much higher yield?"
"About sixty or seventy times higher." Song He answered calmly.
Everyone sucked in a breath. The members of Group One were utterly bewildered. Had they somehow won just like that?
The members of Group Two turned to look at the laboratory bench. The bench was clearly covered with culture bottles, and they had clearly been in the lead throughout the first half. How had they suddenly been killed off at the finish line?
"Professor, I'm hungry. I'm going out to eat!" Song He lifted his foot and was about to leave.
"The food's cold. I'll have the cafeteria make you a hot meal." Professor Ma stopped him, speaking to him like a hero. "Order whatever you want. We have everything."
"Everything?" Song He blinked. "Do you have any rarer ingredients?"
"We have plenty