The Medical Department was still caught in the storm unleashed by the blood test results. Nearly everyone had gone mad over the findings.
Even Folinic, who always presented herself with utmost seriousness, could barely keep the corners of her mouth from rising.
Warfarin was even clamoring to draw another tube of blood from Mag and Russ for further experiments, to repeatedly confirm that there had been no errors in the results.
A drop of fresh blood was placed in a high-concentration Originium environment without any protective measures. The particles deliberately avoided the blood, and even when forcibly injected into it, they precipitated out amid severe rejection reactions.
This utter inability to integrate indicated that Mag and Russ possessed absolute resistance to Originium. Even if they crunched down refined Originium crystals like snacks and swallowed them, there would be no possibility of infection.
This went far beyond mere immunity rooted in bodily mechanisms. It was nothing short of a miracle, like a gift from the gods.
With excited hearts and trembling hands, everyone completed the remaining tests and discovered other remarkable traits beyond immunity to Originium infection.
Their cells displayed metabolic activity far surpassing that of Sarkaz royalty. Even after being exposed to the air for so long, the blood showed no signs of drying out, making people wonder whether it could remain fresh forever.
If the samples had not been so scarce, Warfarin would have dearly loved to take a big lick and taste it.
The Doctor finally arrived at the Medical Department. Warfarin was so excited that she did not even bother putting on her white coat before leaping onto him, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and cradling his face in both hands as she asked about the two men.
"They're eating in the staff cafeteria..."
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