After all, who didn't have a little secret?
Host, why do I feel like something's very wrong?
After 444 finished copying those formula sheets, he felt that the handwriting really did look like his host's, whose brushwork had always been bold and flowing.
Although all of these characters had been written with a ballpoint pen, one's writing habits wouldn't change.
Did you really need to tell me that?
There was no way Su Qiao could fail to recognize her own handwriting.
She also couldn't fail to recognize the formulas she had once studied, or the habits she had when preparing medicine.
Su Qiao stared at the few pharmaceutical formulas being passed around as she began carefully recalling all her memories.
"Xiao Qiao, hurry. See if that USB drive can be used. If it can't, see if you can find a way to copy out what's inside."
After Professor Jiang had barely managed to calm down, he suddenly remembered that there was also a Small USB Drive. The emotions he had just suppressed surged again.
"Okay!"
Su Qiao put down her backpack and took out a small intelligent computer roughly the size of two palms, then activated its backup power supply.
Seeing that it was inconvenient for her to stand, Professor Jiang personally ran off and brought her a chair.
Unfortunately, just as Su Qiao had guessed, the result after scanning it was less than ideal.
"It's too old. The USB drive has suffered some dampness, and parts of it have already begun to rust. The data inside can't be read."
"Is there any chance of restoring it?" Professor Jiang gazed at her expectantly, afraid she would shake her head.
Su Qiao carefully inspected the USB drive and thought for a moment. "I'll need to find some tools and repair it.