There was no mistake.
Zhou Zhi already understood.
What Ruan Yin was researching was precisely that thing.
[Organelles].
Anyone who had listened to a science teacher in middle school knew that organelles were specialized microscopic structures with form and function, scattered throughout the cytoplasm. They made up the cell's basic structure and allowed it to function and operate normally.
This had already reached the microscopic level. Ruan Yin's research ran remarkably deep.
Combined with Ruan Yin's statement that there were five containers capable of carrying cells, that should refer to the five organelles she had currently found.
And before Zhou Zhi's eyes, the thing Ruan Yin called [Little Ruan] was clearly an organelle.
It was just that a certain special hereditary power had been born within it, seemingly possessing its own independent DNA.
Meanwhile, the cells within his body cheered in excitement, sensing an unusual energy.
"[Mitochria]."
Zhou Zhi's heart burned.
The body's greatest laborer.
The king of cellular energy production.
If this organ-like thing could be combined with Zhou Zhi's True Cell, it might truly achieve immortality.
Still, Zhou Zhi concealed that emotion.
First, Ruan Yin's technology might not yet be mature. If the so-called [mitochondria] organ, diseased by the Pestilence World, were truly transplanted into his body, the consequences remained unknown.
Second, there was Ruan Yin herself.
Simply put, Ruan Yin's character setup was just too perfect.
She told him everything she knew, possessed astonishing combat strength, and even spoke pleasantly.
After being built up for so long as the Holy Lord of the Medical Department, the openly revealed final boss was actually this sort of person?
Was it possible that she had hidden some kind of backdoor within the mitochondrial organ?
Zhou Zhi was a standard sigma man. He had never hesitated in his heart.
"So... how