Qiao Nian didn't care, but he seemed to see a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.
The girl was wearing a dress from Xiang's family with a small jacket on the outside. She didn't look like she came from a poor family at all when school started.
She only took a glance and then looked away. She didn't really care about the change in the other person's dress, but she found it a little strange.
Do students from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine also help other departments move things
She thought about it for a moment, and without stopping, she walked out of the office with a bold move, edited the message quickly with one hand, and sent out a prescription.
*
O continent.
In a medical research institute.
An old man with a white beard was pouring liquid from a chemical test tube into a container. As soon as the blue liquid came into contact with the powder in the container, a chemical reaction occurred immediately, emitting a puff of white smoke.
"Ouch." The white smoke floated to the old man's face, and he let out a loud cry. His wrinkled face immediately swelled up like a big pig's head.
He covered his mouth and coughed while running to the side: "Someone come quickly!"
"Dean!"
A blond man immediately broke into the room and saw the terrible scene in the laboratory. He seemed to be accustomed to it. He skillfully put on gloves and poured the reagents in the container bottles into the wastewater treatment tank. He then immediately opened the exhaust system in the laboratory to extract the toxic air and replace it with fresh air.
After doing all this, he took off his mask and gloves, looked helplessly at the miserable old man standing in the corner, and said in a not-so-fluent English: "Dean, why aren't you wearing a protective mask again?"
The old man looked miserable and said nothing.
Seeing his reaction, the blond man said helplessly: "Haven't I told you many times that you must remember to wear protective masks and gloves before doing experiments, just in case."
"How would I know that I should put less reagent?" The white-haired old man was told by his apprentice. He refuted confidently: "I just gently dropped 10CC in it, and it exploded..."
His apprentice was speechless when he saw that he had a pig-like face and was proud of it instead of being ashamed of it.
He knew his teacher's character and simply changed the subject: "By the way, Dean, Professor Karoska is looking for you, and he brought his apprentice with him, saying that he wants to ask you for advice."
The old man returned to the test bench without fear, waved his hand without raising his head, and said, "I'm busy. I won't see you."
The blond man was speechless:…
Master Kaloska is, after all, a member of the Medical Association and one of its honorary presidents, and is well-known in the medical community.
When someone came to ask for a meeting, their dean said he would not see them.
But... the blond man didn't think too much about it. Although the Medical Association is awesome, there are always people better than you.
Their Institute of Pharmacy is much more powerful than the Medical Association.
To put it nicely, the International Medical Association is a large organization, unlike their small-scale operations, but to put it bluntly, the experts in those fields are just figures in the association.
It's nothing like their research institute, where the top medical experts are actually doing research.
Their pharmaceutical research institute possesses the most advanced medical achievements in the world, and their strength and connections are unmatched by any medical association.
Anyone who goes out into the institute is considered a master and a master.
(End of this chapter)