[The fruit of darkness grows from the ancient abyss, and the dead worm will last forever with the heaven and the earth]
Gu Jun murmured it once, and a strange language just spit out from his mouth, his head was so painful that it was about to burst.
What does this sentence mean? Who put it on
A horror surged from the bottom of his heart, and he vaguely saw the bloody characters on the wall squirming slightly... Each bloody character was formed by the accumulation of countless tiny worms... It was those corpses, those corpses were rotting The resulting worms…
"Haojun? Haojun?"
Suddenly, Gu Jun's consciousness was pulled back by the nervous shouts of others, all the phantoms disappeared in an instant, he suddenly took a deep breath, looked around, nothing changed, only Cai Zixuan, Wang Ruoxiang and the others stopped and looked at him .
"Are you okay? Are you okay?" Cai Zixuan asked repeatedly, walking over with Xu Hai to support him.
Gu Jun's sudden yell really startled them. Seeing him covering his head, his complexion also turned pale, as if he was messing around.
"Sit down." Wang Ruoxiang pulled a laboratory stool and asked Gu Jun to sit down. Although he didn't like this person, it didn't mean he wanted him to die suddenly.
"I'm fine." Gu Jun shook his head and did not sit down, "I just remembered something."
Those words surfaced in my heart, already lingering like a nightmare.
And that laboratory... does it really exist? Or is it just his wild imagination
"Don't force yourself to do something." Wang Ruoxiang was quite skeptical, "Your complexion looks like it was just fished out of formalin..."
The corner of Gu Jun's mouth twitched: "..." What kind of metaphor are you bastard.
"Do you want some hot water?" She frowned and asked again.
hot water? Gu Jun sighed softly, after all, it is the first clinical rule: hot water can cure all diseases...
At this time, the door of the laboratory was pushed open, and a figure walked in, "Students, how is the experiment going?"
Everyone looked over immediately, and called out: "Teacher Gu." The person who came was a middle-aged man with half-white hair, with strong steps, and a white coat on his body. He was the tutor of their group and the usual physiology teacher. Professor Gu Ronggu.
Professor Gu is famous for being elegant and easy-going. He often tells some cold jokes to the students, and he is also very joking, so he is very popular with everyone. But now, when Professor Gu saw Gu Jun, the smile on his face disappeared, "Little Gu is here too."
"Teacher Gu." Gu Jun nodded, his voice was very serious, because he respected Professor Gu very much, "Follow me and learn something."
"Oh, that's really strange." Professor Gu's tone was very blunt, obviously suppressing a sullen feeling, "It's rare for you to work so hard."
Cai Zixuan and the others looked at each other, knowing that Professor Gu hated iron but not steel...
Speaking of which, Professor Gu was the last teacher who "give up" Tuhao Jun. In the past, Professor Gu always defended him in every possible way. The reason why Gu Jun has not been kicked out of the eight-year school is inseparable from those protections. It can be said that Professor Gu is his mentor.
"Don't tell me, you still have to prepare for the make-up exam, right?" Professor Gu was indeed angry, and he got angry when he saw Gu Jun.
Follow along to learn something? This guy's college entrance examination score is one of the best in this eight-year school, and he is not a dead-educated person. He has all kinds of talents needed to study medicine. If he is the kind of person who is willing to study hard, it is impossible for this laboratory today to have no his position. such a pity.
"Teacher Gu, Haojun... oh no..." Cai Zixuan quickly changed his words, "Ah Jun is just preparing for a make-up exam."
"Go back and read the books when you're ready for the make-up exam." Professor Gu has given up hope for Gu Jun, "The exam doesn't test the research done here."
"Well, everyone, then I'll go first." Gu Jun looked at them deeply, then turned and left.
In the past few months, whenever he thinks of Professor Gu, he feels guilty for failing to live up to Professor Gu's good intentions, but now it's useless to say anything, so let's tell everyone about his changes with practical actions.
"Students, let me tell you frankly that Gu Jun is very talented." Professor Gu said it very loudly, as if deliberately speaking to Gu Jun who hadn't gone far: "But he is too deadly, So he died. The most important thing in medicine is not how smart you are, but calmness, prudence, and diligence! You must learn from him and keep working hard.”
Everyone nodded thoughtfully, Cai Zixuan sighed.
Wang Ruoxiang looked at the back of Gu Jun leaving, feeling a little uncomfortable, it was indeed like what Professor Gu said...it's a pity.
"I just received a new message." Professor Gu said seriously again, "The Provincial Department of Health attaches great importance to our school's Pioneer Cup and wants to select a group of new medical talents. As for the selection criteria and what to do, I will I don’t know much about it for the time being, but this time the higher-ups really take it very seriously.”
Everyone was surprised when they heard the news. There was no news before. What's going on
On the other side, after Gu Jun walked out of the laboratory, he walked not far, only about ten steps, and came to another laboratory that was almost adjacent to each other, and raised his hand to knock on the door.
The door opened, and the person who opened the door was a young man of medium build, wearing a pair of rimless glasses, with a gentle demeanor, and a few curls of hair. He looked very similar to Detective Conan, Zhang Lin, and Senior Brother Zhang.
"Ah Jun, you are here."
Brother Zhang is two years above him, in a five-year program, and after graduation, he is guaranteed a postgraduate course, and now he is in the first year of graduate school. The two met in the basketball club and have a good friendship. Gu Jun disappeared for several months, Zhang Lin was also puzzled, until yesterday he suddenly called...
Gu Jun walked into the laboratory, closed the door, and asked, "Brother, have you brought what I want?"
Has to hurry, he has a definite uneasy feeling, has to hurry.
"I brought the belt." Zhang Lin stared at Gu Jun, not letting go of any micro-expression, "Are you really just using it for an experiment?"
"Otherwise, murder." Gu Jun smiled helplessly, "Brother, I won't mess around, am I that kind of person?"
Believe me, if I were to murder, I could have a hundred crueler and easier ways, but none of them would get me off.
He shook his head self-deprecatingly, and laughed again: "Senior brother, I also read Higashino Keigo's, and I know how much I weigh."
"Well..." Zhang Lin nodded now, "Okay." In fact, if someone else asks him for help, he will help, and it is the local tyrant who asks a few more questions.
This cell room laboratory is not big. On one side are two vertical laminar flow ultra-clean benches side by side, on the other side is a long experimental bench with centrifuges, constant temperature water baths and other equipment, and in the front is a vertical cell culture box. It's against the wall.
There is an all stainless steel trolley on the ground next to the workbench. On the cart is a small portable liquid nitrogen tank, half a meter high, wearing a dark green coat.
"The cells of medulloblastoma, if they are not in our Dongda University, you really need to go to a cell bank to buy them." Zhang Lin pointed to the liquid nitrogen tank, "These are the cells in stock in the laboratory, brought to you gone."
Gu Jun walked over, looked at the liquid nitrogen tank, and took a deep breath.
The way he thought of dealing with "targeted drugs for human brainstem tumors" was to do animal experiments.
Drug analysis is to be done, but not now, because the detection requires a certain amount of drugs to be accurate, and it is not enough to use up these capsules. Moreover, it is time-consuming, and the results cannot directly reflect the efficacy of the medicine, but will only be a very complicated list of chemical substances.
That can't give him the answer he needs, and the effect of the medicine still needs to be tested first.
The method of experiment is the same as that of Wang Ruoxiang and others. They create tumors on experimental animals, and then treat them with drugs to see the effect.
However, what Wang Ruoxiang and the others created were mouse tumors, while what he wanted to create was human tumors. It is not possible to use Kunming mice to plant human-derived tumor cells. The species is always different, and its own immune system will immunize human-derived cells, so nude mice with immunodeficiency must be used.
The human-derived cells of medulloblastoma are in this liquid nitrogen tank, and they must be resuscitated and cultured before use.
"Is that old Chinese doctor you know really so magical?" Zhang Lin asked, taking disposable gloves and a mask and putting them on. "Pounding some Chinese medicinal materials into powder can even cure tumors? Or the medullar mother?" Cell tumor?" His glasses flashed vigilantly, and he didn't believe it at all, "I think it's an old magician."
It's just that Tuhaojun has always been a random person, and it's not the first time he has done something like this, so Zhang Lin didn't think it was strange.
"Whether it's a genius doctor or a magic stick, you have to try it to know." Gu Jun also went to put on the gloves and mask, knowing that Senior Brother Zhang was suspicious, so he said it seriously: "That old guy knows a lot, and he is very good at massage. I'll take you there when I have time."
"I got it." Zhang Lin said as he opened the lock cover of the liquid nitrogen tank, and a cloud of cold mist suddenly gushed out from the mouth of the tank.
He took the lifting hook hooked on the side of the tank mouth, and slowly lifted out a handle inside the tank, and the cold fog became more and more churning...