Jian Jin looked at him with a complicated expression, then looked at him again, and finally couldn't help but said, "Boss, did you think the same when you were pursuing Qiao?"
Lu Zhi glanced at her and remained silent.
"Okay!" Jian Jin gave him a thumbs up: "You are this one!"
So you ask people to like your Moments every day, and then post some inexplicable things! Is this the way to be patient and not alert the enemy?
Lu Zhi looked at the thumbs up she gave him, and there was nothing strange on his face: "Hurry up and do it."
"then I will not bother you."
Jian Jin knew that he didn't want to chat with her, so she tactfully took the initiative to leave.
The door of the top-floor office was closed, and the office on the first floor fell into silence. Only the light and shadows shone in, cutting out flickering shadows.
Lu Zhi sat upright in the wheelchair and sat quietly for a while.
His eyes fluctuated, and the corners of his tightly-stretched lips relaxed slightly. Then he reached out for the phone in the drawer and made a call.
"Hello, Mr. Zhong."
He was the only one left in the office.
In the empty space, Lu Zhi's voice was infinitely stretched and amplified.
"The patient I told you about before..."
**
The Pharmacy Association has a first-class laboratory.
A flamboyant old man with gray hair was on the phone: "Ah, the man you were talking about. Didn't I ask you to bring him to me? Why haven't you brought him here yet?"
His laboratory is not big.
The room was filled with various bottles and jars, with colorful reagents bubbling in test tubes on a shelf nearby, and scattered draft papers on the floor.
The formulas for some drugs that are still under development and are hard to find outside were thrown on the ground in a careless manner. It was really too casual.
In addition to Zhong Yilu, there were several blond-haired and blue-eyed apprentices in the laboratory.
One of them is Robert, who is more familiar with Qiao Nian.
They are testing a special drug that is said to be able to inhibit cancer. The drug experiment is only halfway through and everyone is still waiting for the results.
Zhong Yilu is extremely fanatical about pharmaceutical research and rarely stops during experiments, let alone trivial matters like answering the phone.
But this time, when he saw the incoming call, he did not turn off the phone angrily as usual, but instead started cursing.
Some people in the lab who didn't know much about the situation were very surprised to find that he picked up the call without getting angry and even had a good chat with the other party.
But they soon discovered that "not bad" was only for a moment. After a brief moment of harmony, Zhong Yilu suddenly spoke loudly in anger.
"In his current physical condition, why doesn't he just lie down in bed and rest? What is he thinking? Does he want to die? I won't save someone who wants to die! It's a waste of time and medicine."
The laboratory was as quiet as a cicada.
No one dared to speak.
He was afraid that he would offend this president who was known for his bad temper.
Zhong Yiliu always did things without scruples, and he didn't even try to keep his voice down when answering the phone. His brows were furrowed, and he was breathing hard through his nose. It was obvious that he was very angry!
I don't know what the person on the other end of the phone said to him.
Zhong Yiliu's anger paused for a moment, and his face still looked unhappy, but at least he was no longer as angry as before. He softened his tone and said unhappily, "I still say the same thing. From the examination reports you sent me, his health is extremely bad. For specific treatment, he has to come to me in person. I will slowly treat him and maybe he can live a few more years."
(End of this chapter)