Two days later.
"Dr. Ding, the six patients' conditions have deteriorated!"
At those words, Ding Xueming shuddered awake from where he had been resting on his desk, snapped his eyes open, and sprang out of his chair.
"What happened?!"
Ding Xueming hurried over to the Holographic Image.
Seeing the vital signs fluctuating across the screen, he paled. "Drug resistance?"
The researcher beside him nodded and said hoarsely, "I'm afraid so."
"This antibiotic is about to stop working."
Ding Xueming fell silent for a moment, then raised a hand and rubbed his stiff face hard. "How did this happen..."
"It's barely been any time at all. Can these bacteria really adapt that fast?"
The researcher looked bitter. "Dr. Ding, it probably has to do with how quickly they reproduce."
"It may have only been two days, but who knows how many generations these bacteria have already gone through."
"Ah..." Ding Xueming sighed again. "Switch to another antibiotic."
He knew perfectly well that this approach could only buy them a little time.
Once they exhausted every usable antibiotic, death would be the only fate left for the six Starship pilots.
He silently turned to glance at the tightly shut door of the temporary laboratory beside them.
"Now we can only pin our hopes on Professor Lü and his team."
Inside the laboratory.
Lü Yongchang sat in his chair with vacant eyes, staring blankly at the countless experimental results on the Holographic Image before him.
Over the past two days, they had tested countless methods.
But without exception.
Every attempt had failed against these bacteria, whose "will to survive" was off the charts.
"Innate advantages" combined with "hard work"-he swore he had never seen such absurd bacteria!
He let out a soft, bitter chuckle.
Heaven seemed to harbor tremendous malice toward humanity,