The healing little story took only a few strokes to tell, but in reality, more than three days passed from the start of the reaction to the formation of the substance.
That was actually quite fast by the standards of synthesis. Some more complex reactions required hundreds of hours just to sit and observe, and a project team of over a hundred people might spend four or five months working toward a final yield of just a fraction of a milligram.
The slightest mistake anywhere in the process could render all their efforts useless.
That was the risk of biochemistry, but also its charm.
Once they had confirmed that fourth-generation Imidacloprid—or rather, the new cyclic compound—could be routinely prepared, Xu Yun immediately told Qiu Sheng to handle the data compilation.
He left the lab and took out his phone in the hallway, dialing a number.
A moment later, a woman's voice came through the receiver:
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Sister Jiajia, it's me, Xu Yun."
"Oh, Little Xu! What's up?"
"So, Sister Jiajia, I've been working on a cockroach pesticide experiment these past few days. Could I get some cockroaches from your insect lab?"
"No problem. How many do you need? When do you want to come get them?"
Xu Yun thought for a moment, then said:
"Three hundred Dubia, and five hundred each of Oriental cockroaches, German cockroaches, and American cockroaches. As for when... are you free now?"
A moment later, the woman on the other end replied briskly:
"One thousand eight hundred, right? Sure, I'll get them ready now. Come pick them up."
After hanging up, Xu Yun let out a long breath, took the elevator out of the Medical Center Building, and headed west.
The University of Science and Technology of China's West Campus was undoubtedly one