Before Mingyu could respond, Dean Fang on the other end of the phone continued: "I have read the information you sent, it's really incredible."

"The source has not been found yet, but I believe this is definitely a major breakthrough in genetics." Ming Yan's tone was calm, but what he said made the person on the other end of the phone excited.

Dean Fang's hands trembled slightly, his smart eyes staring at the information on the light curtain, and the corners of his mouth had risen to the highest arc: "I have arranged a research team. They are all the most outstanding genetic experts in our research institute. They will be in Nanshan City tomorrow. I hope you can take care of it."

"I have sent the address. When they arrive, they can come to me directly. Regarding their accommodation..."

Ming Yu paused for a moment, and Dean Fang on the other end of the phone immediately said: "Don't worry, I have asked someone to help them decide the hotel nearest Tianhe Hospital. All their fees will be paid by our research institute, and our research institute is preparing to donate a sum of funds to Tianhe Hospital."

Ming Yan walked to the window in the corridor, looked at the poplar trees outside the window, his lips curled up slightly, and said with a smile: "You can discuss this with Dean Lu. I believe that Tianhe Hospital and Changrong No. 3 Research Institute will have more and more cooperation in the future."

"Of course, I think so too." Fang Yuan Zhang smiled and couldn't stop talking.

"I have something to do, so I'll hang up first."

After saying that, Ming took off his headphones and hung up the phone.

Song Xingzhou stood beside Ming Yu, raised his right hand and touched his chin and asked, "What is the iron rooster in Changrong No. 3 Research Institute looking for you?"

In just a few minutes of the phone call, Song Xingzhou heard that Ming Yan was calling, but he didn't expect it was the famous Fang Tie Rooster in Changrong.

As far as he knows, Dean Fang has always wanted Ming Yan to go to his research institute, but Ming Yan has already named him at the National Research Institute and has his own independent laboratory, so it is unlikely that he will go to Changrong No. 3 Research Institute.

"He wants to send someone to assist me in research, and he will also donate a sum of funds to Tianhe Hospital." Ming Yan smiled on his face and walked out of the hospital as he spoke.

Song Xingzhou was a little distrustful of his ears, so he quickly followed Ming Yu and asked, "Who wants to donate a sum of funds?"

"Changrong No. 3 Research Institute." Obviously Mingyu was in a good mood at the moment and was willing to answer Song Xingzhou's questions repeatedly.

Song Xingzhou was stunned for a moment, then asked: "What did you find here?"

Ming Yan smiled but said nothing.

The two of them just walked to the gate of the hospitalization building. A woman wearing a sweatshirt and tights and beautiful face came towards her with a bouquet of flowers.

Song Xingzhou stopped and looked at the woman's back, and waited for her to disappear from the elevator door before retracting her gaze.

"Do you think that the woman just now looks familiar?" Song Xingzhou caught up with Ming Yu and asked.

Ming Yu turned around and glanced behind Song Xingzhou and asked, "Which woman?"

"I just came in with a bouquet of flowers." Song Xingzhou said.

Ming Yu thought about it for a moment, shook his head and said, "I didn't see it."

Song Xingzhou: “…”

He shouldn't have asked this guy, there are only two types of people in this guy's eyes: dead and living.

*

Qian Yizhen came to the hematology department with Hua in her arms. She walked to the nurse's desk and asked the nurse on duty: "Is there a patient named Xu Dan here?"

"Wait." The nurse opened a window on the glass desktop and searched for a while, browsed to the name Xu Dan before stopping.

She looked at the notes behind the name carefully, and after a few seconds she looked up and said, "Sorry, Xu Dan passed away early this morning. Are you his friend?"

"That's it." Qian Yizhen put the flowers in her hand on the nurse's table and said with a loss on her face: "I'll give this bouquet of flowers to you, I'll disturb you."

The nurse took the flower and said sympathetically: "Thank you, thank you, let me be happy and change."

"Yeah." Qian Yizhen responded casually, then strode out.

The nurse looked at her back and sighed. Although she had seen too many life and death separations in the hospital, she felt extremely heavy every time she told the news of her death.

Qian Yizhen quickly left Tianhe Hospital. She stopped a taxi at the entrance of the hospital. After sitting in the back seat and reporting an address to the driver, she took out two earphones from her pocket and put them on her ears.

His right hand swept across the bracelet on his left hand, and a light curtain appeared in front of her.

When I clicked on a program on the consecration screen, an unfamiliar voice came from the headphones, two women's voices.

"Who gave this flower? It's pretty good."

"A woman came to visit her, but the person she was looking for died this morning. She threw down the flowers and left."

"Why."

Both of them were silent, and after a while they started chatting again.

"This bouquet of flowers seems to be the popular immortal flower recently. It has been specially treated and there is no pollen. Where do you think it is better to put it?"

"Put it inside, the patient may feel better when he sees the flower."

"Well, I'll take it in now."

Hearing this, Qian Yizhen curled her lips and lit it on the light curtain twice. The sound in the headphones immediately disappeared.

Turning off the light curtain, Qian Yizhen looked up at the scenery outside the car window.

The taxi driver looked like he was in his thirties and was driving in a concentrated manner. He was driving on the radio and was broadcasting the latest news.

"...This morning, another malicious robbery occurred in Nanshan City. An armored vehicle was attacked. Four security personnel and drivers were seriously injured and were all sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. The police have blocked the scene of the crime, and the specific weapon the murderer used is still under investigation.

The police reminded that the criminals have been rampant recently, so please go out and pay attention to safety.”

"What are the police doing? This time, a bulletin truck was robbed. Will the bank be robbed next time?" The driver slapped the steering wheel to vent his dissatisfaction.

Qian Yizhen did not say anything. She listened carefully to the radio for a while and did not explain in detail about the robbery. The subsequent broadcast was all about irrelevant news.

She turned on the light curtain again and searched the Internet for the robbery of the armored truck.

Most of them are title parties and there is no useful information. The rest of the articles are written in ambiguous manner, deliberately misleading readers, and have extremely low credibility.

When she arrived at the hotel-style apartment where she lived, she had just stepped into the lobby and the girl at the front desk shouted: "Ms. Qian, you have a courier."

After saying that, the little girl took a small cardboard box from under the front desk.

Qian Yizhen walked to the front desk, picked up an electronic pen and found her name and signed on the express registration form on the front desk desktop.

"Thank you." Qian Yizhen thanked the girl with a smile, then picked up the express delivery and went upstairs.

After entering the house, Qian Yizhen did not rush to open the express delivery, but turned on the light curtain and found a number in the address book and dialed it out directly.

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Chapter completed!