The square-inch laboratory is located in an industrial park in the suburbs, with an area of only 600 to 700 square meters. In addition to him, the researcher also hired two university professors and graduate students of related majors.
An Bu brought Jian Ningxuan to the laboratory, and Fang Cun immediately greeted him enthusiastically, and couldn't wait to show them his discovery.
"This medicine is amazing. It can definitely be called the greatest invention of modern times. Not only can it greatly enhance human physique, but it can also effectively inhibit the growth of cancer cells and greatly reduce the death rate of patients with advanced cancer."
Jian Ningxuan and An Bu have read the complete research materials, and are not surprised by the effect of the special medicine. It's just that before Mo Dongxiao and his wife had time to carry out the clinical experiment, they were killed, which made it impossible to announce the results of this research, and they couldn't be released casually, because the most important element of this medicine was Molly's blood.
"The person who developed this drug is simply a genius. If I have the opportunity, I really want to worship it. I don't know what stage their clinical trials are in. How long is it before the official launch?" Fang Cun was still talking endlessly. , the excitement is beyond words. He didn't know Mo Dongxiao and his wife, and naturally he didn't know the stakes in it. He just wanted to conduct in-depth research on the basis of this medicine.
An Bu said: "This medicine will not be on the market for the time being, because several kinds of medicinal materials are seriously scarce, and they cannot be put into production at all, and can only be used for research."
Fang Cun sighed regretfully, and then said shyly, "Sister An, do you still have this kind of potion in your place? Give me a few more tubes?"
Anbu found a total of ten tubes of special medicine in Mo's laboratory last time, divided two tubes into Fang Cun, and kept a few tubes for later use. Any medicine has a shelf life, and it can only be stored for two or three years at most. Even if she wants to keep it for Molly, she can't do it, so it's not impossible to take out a few tubes for Fangcun to experiment.
"Have you used up the two tubes I gave you last time?"
"not yet… "
"Then wait until it's used up." An Bu reminded, "This potion can't produce more finished products in a short time. I can only give you two more tubes at most."
"Understood, I will definitely save it!" Fang Cun raised his hand to promise.
Afterwards, he took An Bu and Jian Ningxuan to visit the laboratory, and introduced them to several other researchers and their recent research projects.
After staying in the laboratory all morning, they invited several people from Fangcun to have a meal, and then Anbu and Jian Ningxuan bid farewell and left.
Back at the villa, Jian Ningxuan suddenly said, "Step by step."
"what?"
"You have a good relationship with Fangcun?"
"not bad."
"He owned his own laboratory at a young age and seemed to have outstanding ability and financial resources."
"Huh?" Hearing this casual tone, An Bu couldn't help but look up at him, and replied casually, "It's very outstanding."
Jian Ningxuan silently opened her notebook and stopped talking.
Anbu raised his eyebrows, rubbed his arms around his waist, and said affectionately: "But in my eyes, Mr. Jian is the most outstanding."
Jian Ningxuan lowered his eyebrows and looked down: Really, why did he say these things for no reason, and he didn't mean anything else... (quietly flashing)
Anbu smiled crookedly: "Mr. Jian, why do I like you so much?"
Jian Ningxuan: ... really not reserved at all.
Thinking of this in his heart, his hands had already wrapped around her waist, and he leaned his head to place a kiss on her lips. His eyes were as pure as water, without any impurities, clearly reflecting a person's figure.
In his eyes, Anbu felt the happiness of being regarded as a treasure, full of brilliance...
The next day, Anbu's small black room was lifted and took over the nursing work again.
When I came to Fu Junyao's residence, I got the news from the nanny that Fu Junyao's mother became seriously ill yesterday and was rushed to the hospital.
After asking for the address, An Bu rushed to the hospital again.
According to the nanny, Qu Xiu got up to go to the bathroom last night, accidentally slipped and fell, was hit on the head twice, fainted on the spot, and was in critical condition.
After emergency treatment, the doctor announced a not-so-optimistic result. Qu Xiu's condition deteriorated, and it was conservatively estimated that she only had three to five days to live.
Fu Junyao sat alone by the bed, silently looking at Qu Xiu on the bed, the drawn curtain cast a dark shadow on him.
An Bu walked to him with the food box, took out the food one by one, and placed them on the table.
"Let's eat something."
Fu Junyao moved his lips a few times, and said in a hoarse voice: "I was adopted by a rich family. My adoptive parents treated me very well. I swore to honor them, but they didn't give me this opportunity. My adoptive father passed away less than a week ago. In this year, my adoptive mother is about to leave me."
Anbu looked at this young man, who was only 20 years old, while going to university, managing the company, and taking care of his sick mother and underage sister. He was under unimaginable pressure alone.
As Gu'an, she had promised to protect them, but in the end she failed to do so.
"When the adoptive mother dies, the rich family will rush over to fight for property. I am very tired and don't want to fight with them anymore. I just hope that my sister will have a good life in the future. I don't want to be rich and rich, as long as I live happily." Fu Junyao The will is depressed, and the barriers that have been strong for a long time seem to have collapsed overnight.
He and Fu Fushuang have never coveted the property of the rich family, they just want to repay the kindness of their adoptive parents and hope to develop their careers. But they're gone, so what's the point of continuing to do it? Instead of competing for power and profit with the rich family and creating civil strife, it is better to let go and hand over these industries to the rich family.
Anbu frowned, probably guessing what he was thinking. He believes that he is not of the blood of the rich family, and he is not qualified to inherit the wealth of the rich family. However, these properties were accumulated little by little by his adoptive father, Fu Hague, and have nothing to do with the rest of the rich family. Since Fu Junyao is the heir chosen by Fu Hague, he is the most qualified person to inherit these properties.
An Bu turned to look at Qu Xiu on the bed, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind. She had read Qu Xiu's medical records, the cancer cells had spread in a large area, and it was impossible to recover. That being the case, it is better to try that kind of special medicine, maybe there is still a glimmer of life.
But her current status is definitely not suitable for making this suggestion, so "Gu'an" can only show up again.
Thinking of this, An Bu didn't stay in the ward for too long, and after a few words of comfort, he left with an excuse.
Sitting in the quiet ward, Fu Junyao felt a little inexplicably lost, as if he was abandoned by everyone, and he felt lonely.
After an unknown amount of time, there was a faint rhythmic sound of high-heeled shoes in my ears, from far to near, and finally stopped outside the ward.
There were a few knocks on the door, and the door of the ward was pushed open, and a slender figure walked in slowly, accompanied by the familiar sound of high-heeled shoes, step by step into Fu Junyao's sight.
Wearing a black dress with a red windbreaker, she walks elegantly, showing a mature charm.
Fu Junyao stood up abruptly, and called out uncertainly: "Aunt Gu'an?"
"Are you surprised to see me?" Gu'an took off his sunglasses and smiled like a royal sister.
A flash of excitement flashed in Fu Junyao's eyes, and then it dimmed again. He looked down at Qu Xiu, and said indifferently, "Are you here to visit my mother, or to take over custody?"
"Neither." Anbu didn't care about his indifferent attitude, walked to the bed, and said, "I have a newly developed drug in my hand, which has a certain therapeutic effect on cancer, but it hasn't been clinically tested yet. I know if you would like to let your mother try it?"
Fu Junyao raised his head suddenly, and asked in disbelief, "Is what you said true?"
"I don't need to lie to you." An Bu said seriously, "But this kind of medicine has certain risks, and it is illegal to use it without authorization, so I must get your permission and keep it strictly confidential."
Fu Junyao stared at her intently, with flickering fire in his eyes. After a while, he took a deep breath and nodded heavily: "I believe in you."
This person had never been heard from before, but at this moment, when he was most desperate, he suddenly appeared and brought him a glimmer of hope. Even if the final result is not satisfactory, he is willing to take a risk. With Qu Xiu's current situation, if there is no miracle, she will definitely not survive five days.
With Fu Junyao's approval, An Bu immediately took out the medicine and needle from the bag, and injected Qu Xiu skillfully.
Fu Junyao paid close attention to Qu Xiu's changes nervously. After tens of minutes passed, everything was as usual, and there was no reaction.
He looked up at Anbu with a questioning look in his eyes.
"Don't worry, let the doctor do another brain CT for her tomorrow." An Bu put away the medicine and needle, and said, "I hope she can survive this."
This kind of special medicine cannot directly cure cancer, but it should be able to alleviate the disease and inhibit the spread of cancer cells. If all goes well, it may allow Qu Xiu to live for a few more months.
"Aunt Gu'an." Fu Junyao walked to Anbu's side and held her hand tightly, "Can you stay?"
Anbu raised his head, met his expectant eyes, and said with a smile, "I don't think I need to stay."
Who says it's not necessary? He wished so badly that she would stay, stay by his side.
Fu Junyao knew that he had an indescribable affection for this woman who was ten years older than him, so that when he saw An Bu who looked very similar to her, he couldn't help but treat them as one person .
The only thing he can rely on now is Gu'an, and the only thing he can trust is her.
"Fu Junyao." Anbu smiled, "You are the heir carefully cultivated by Fu Haiya. Don't be discouraged by a little difficulty. As I said, I am your umbrella. Although I don't usually take care of things, but when necessary, I will definitely help. With your ability, I believe you can do well without me."
"When I need you, I can't contact you at all." Fu Junyao's tone was filled with resentment and grievance, like an abandoned little wolf dog.
"Well, it's my fault." An Bu stretched out his hand, "Bring me your phone, and I'll give you my number."
"You won't turn around and change the number, will you?" Fu Junyao handed her his mobile phone, staring at her face with piercing eyes.
"This... try my best." The ghost knows if she will suddenly lose her memory next time.
"Try your best?" Fu Junyao gritted his teeth, "No, besides the mobile phone number, you have to tell me other contact methods, such as email, YY, QQ, Weibo..."
"Do you want me to tell you the contact information of all my relatives and friends?"
"It's better this way."
"One mobile phone number, one email address, and nothing else." All her contact information can add up to compile a family tree, and she can't even remember it, let alone tell others.
Fu Junyao took back the phone depressedly, and wanted to fight for it, so she interrupted: "Okay, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."
"Wait." Fu Junyao quickly grabbed her, "The rich family should all come to the hospital tomorrow, Aunt Gu'an, you..."
"I'll come too." An Bu gently pushed his hand away, and with graceful steps, he walked slowly away under his watch.