"This... what do we do?" Pu Songchun asked.
Xia Wansan was at a loss. He scratched his head anxiously. "Should we wait for Teacher Song to send us the medicine? What kind of pesticide can he develop in such a short time?"
"Wait!" Ling Yiyi's tone suddenly turned fierce. She slapped the table firmly. "Since Teacher Song dared to guarantee it, we'll bet alongside him! I bet he can solve it. There's never been a problem he couldn't solve!"
Ling Yiyi radiated an unwavering, blind faith in her teacher, like a brainwashed believer or a loyal lackey. Xia Wansan and Pu Songchun both froze slightly.
"Let's vote!" Ling Yiyi raised her hand. "I vote for Teacher Song!"
Pu Songchun was silent for a moment before raising his hand as well. "We would not be where we are today without Teacher Song. I vote for him too."
"All right!" Xia Wansan also raised his hand. "Teacher Song is incredibly capable, so we'll wait for him to save us!"
The atmosphere was strange. Normally, buying ready-made fungicide would have been the safest option, while waiting for Song He's antidote was a high-risk gamble. Yet after everyone unanimously chose to trust Teacher Song, their expressions inexplicably relaxed.
Frontier Technology University, Brain Science Institute laboratory.
Silence filled the room, broken only by the faint hum of the various machines.
The people in white coats worked with ashen faces. Some dozed standing up while waiting for data. Everyone's dark circles looked like the ghosts from old Hong Kong movies, and every so often someone burped, their breath reeking entirely of coffee or strong tea.
The research effort was being conducted like a forced march. Everyone's sleep had been squeezed down to the bare minimum. After sleeping only three or four hours a day for