Faced with An Wuyang's wary preemptive question, An Huchun did not mind.
'An Huchun: I need you to support me at a critical moment. We'll resist your mother together.'
'An Wuyang: Please be more specific!'
An Wuyang wondered if An Huchun was finally rebounding after hitting rock bottom.
'An Huchun: The test results from White Eagle may validate a key technology—one that your mother will definitely care deeply about.'
'An Huchun: But we need more human trials before we can determine whether this technology is safe.'
'An Huchun: So when the time comes, I hope you'll stand on the same side as me, and we can refuse to let your mother take part in the testing.'
So that was all?
He had thought it was something serious!
An Wuyang finally let out a sigh of relief.
'An Wuyang: Alright, I agree.'
'An Huchun: Then there's no problem. I'll order a bouquet of carnations for you and tell your mother they're from you.'
'An Wuyang: Thank you, Dad!'
'An Huchun: Remember my condition.'
'An Wuyang: I know, I know.'
An Wuyang gave a slightly perfunctory reply first, then sent a follow-up message.
'An Wuyang: What kind of volunteer experiment are you actually conducting in White Eagle?'
'An Huchun: Simply put, we plan to reactivate fibroblasts through the [paracrine effect], allowing them to secrete collagen again and restore human skin to a youthful state.'
'An Huchun: During the experiment, we have already observed increases in the volume of FGF cells and TGF-β cells, as well as a richer cellular matrix.'
'An Wuyang: Stop, stop, stop!'
'An Wuyang: Say something I can understand.'
'An Huchun: .'
'An Huchun: Study harder!'
Even An Huchun did not know how to roast his underachieving son. He could only say that the diversity of humanity and regression