The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Then...she'd make them beg to let her use the lab.

What's more troublesome is that basically all the experimental results she has in hand have already been handled by the authorities.

And the only experiment left on hand is to repair nerves...

It's the teacher's.

This is also the reason why she did not directly show the results at the beginning.

She originally just wanted to get it to the laboratory.

I don’t really want to win an award with this experimental result.

Now……

Many experimental projects from her previous life kept running through her mind.

In the later stages of the research, many surprising results came out.

Such as artificial heart...

But on the one hand, she has not yet started research on this artificial heart.

And this thing itself is a little more complicated than the composition of nerve repair medicine.

What's even more depressing is...

Artificial hearts are actually more biased towards bionic technology.

Not much related to pharmacy.

If she really comes up with this project, Yanda might just give it to the biology laboratory for her.

That's depressing.

Gu Weimian sighed and decided to go back and sort out his thoughts.

There can be no rush.

The more anxious you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes.

When she is anxious, it is easier for men to take advantage of her.

She couldn't even show how interested she was in Yan Da's special recruitment quota. After all, for her now, the special recruitment quota would be gone once it was gone.

Once she showed interest, Duan Xishen was immediately sure that there was indeed something wrong with Yan Da.

She put her phone back in her pocket and strolled out of the TV station.

The phone rang again.

That phone call again.

Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment.

…

Duan Xishen had already changed into his nightgown. The black silk fabric hung on the man's body, making his skin look whiter and whiter.

The secretary pushed the man to the bedroom in a wheelchair.

The sign on the wall always points to 7:30.

A time that is still early for most people, and a time that has not even officially started for night owls.

But Duan Xishen was ready to rest.

The secretary glanced at Duan Xi's pale to pale skin and sighed silently.

There is no way around this...

Because the man's body can no longer bear it.

Although Duan Xishen never revealed anything, those close to him knew what kind of torture a man's body endured every day.

More than ten years.

The oil has been exhausted and the lamp has dried up, and there is no way to support it.

The wheelchair had just been pushed to the bedside, and when the secretary was about to help the man move to the bed, his cell phone suddenly rang.

The secretary frowned.

Who wouldn't have the foresight to call in at this time?

He took out his cell phone.

"Hello."

"Duan Xishen hasn't slept yet?" There was a very magnetic voice on the other end of the phone.

The secretary was slightly stunned.

"Huo Yan...?"

The eldest son of the Huo family, a once famous figure.

The secretary was still impressed.

Duan Xishen raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out his hand, and motioned to the secretary to bring over the phone.

He smiled slightly at the phone,

"She went to find you?"

Huo Yan's deep voice rang on the other end of the phone.

"She didn't come to me. If you do this, it won't only hurt her face."

Duan Xi heard the words deeply, but there was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

"So...you called here just for that ridiculous dignity?"

"No, I called because I wanted to be nice to her. It doesn't matter whether she comes to me or not."

Huo Yan's tone was calm, as if he was saying something simple.