The fake daughter was not exposed today

Chapter 339 Gradually Transformed into a Pressure Cooker

He Shijun suddenly stood up, startling everyone present.

"Xiao He--" Professor Pang quickly stood up and tried to push the man down.

He Shijun turned around and said sternly, "Teacher, if you want to scold me, look at her first. You suddenly took out your headphones to listen to music. Do you think this is your dormitory?"

He is a relative of his and his attitude is not right. He is simply dancing in his minefield.

Jiang Fu wanted to explain, but the pain in his wrist became more and more obvious, and it seemed to be spreading to his chest.

She managed to catch her breath and stood up. "Sorry, I'm not feeling well. I want to go out for a walk."

"Go." Zhuang Shichang didn't say anything.

He Shijun looked at the man's face that suddenly turned pale, and for a moment he couldn't say anything too harsh, so he could only sit back.

"She seemed fine yesterday."

Zhuang Shichang advised kindly, "Maybe she's been through some things, and her family situation is a bit complicated. You should be more tolerant."

He Shijun let the matter pass after hearing the old man's words and began to devote himself to the experimental project.

Outside the laboratory, Jiang Fu's face turned pale as he dialed the phone.

"Fu Fu?" Jing Yilan could clearly feel that there was something wrong with the voice on the other side.

"I feel like the infection is starting to rise again, and the music you recorded for me before is no longer effective..." She found a stool and sat down.

Jing Yilan was humming softly on the other end of the phone.

Under the soft and soothing tune, the restless calamity cells in Jiang Fu Neng's body began to gradually decline.

"If this continues, the effects of my 'talent' will gradually diminish. We need other methods."

"I know."

But if she doesn't suppress these origin cells, she doesn't know what terrible things will happen...

"Physical discomfort?"

"Mr. Teng?"

"I signed off on the experimental project, so my staff is here too." He handed over a few pills. "I don't know if they'll work."

Jiang Fu took the medicine and put it in his mouth. The bitter taste instantly filled his entire mouth. The pill had a slightly stimulating cool feeling that penetrated his bones directly, as if it was about to overflow from his nasal cavity.

It was indeed a torture for her already sharp senses, but it seemed to be a psychological effect. She felt the restless calamity cells on her arm begin to calm down.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

"It's not a miracle cure. It's just some herbs that soothe the liver and regulate qi, mixed with some special peppermint oil." Teng Songyan sat down next to her. "You've read Dan Zhe's notes, so you know how to deal with them."

Jiang Fu stared at his left hand.

Removal and inactivation through high temperature to prevent proliferation and regeneration is the only way Danzhe knows.

"You are still a little girl, I won't force you on some things." Teng Songyan stood on the chair and gently touched her head.

"Thank you." Jiang Fu felt a little relieved.

"If something happens, I'll take action."

Pushing the door, putting on his equipment, Jiang Fu entered the laboratory.

Teng Songyan was sitting on a chair when a guard who had been relieved of his guard came over.

"Are you worried?"

"Yes, after all, we haven't found a way to completely eliminate the catastrophic cells yet."

Even if it is a single approach, it is just a temporary solution based on past experience and not a fundamental solution.

In his opinion, the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it, and the real answer still needs to be given by Jiang Fu.

In the laboratory.

He Shijun took out the origin cells that had been naturally proliferated and cultivated for a period of time, carefully placed them in a culture dish, and carefully recorded their status in a notebook.

"Xiao He was very steady during the experiment." Zhuang Shichang praised.

Professor Pang explained in a low voice, "He used to be the best in this field, but..."

Some unspeakable things happened in their class.

After recording the status of the origin cells, He Shijun obviously found something wrong.

Before he could do anything with the sample, the activity of the origin cells increased slightly.

"Mr. Zhuang, Professor Pang, I'm ready." Jiang Fu walked into the room and closed the door gently.

Everyone automatically divided into groups of two, and now the only one left was He Shijun.

"Mr. Zhuang, how about..." Shen Luowen stood up.

Given the conflict between Jiang Fu and He Shijun, she was a little afraid that He Shijun would suddenly get angry and throw Jiang Fu out.

"Okay, come over if you have no problem." He Shijun frowned and didn't look up at her.

He waited until the origin cells in the culture dish stabilized a little before he started the operation.

Jiang Fu stood beside him, silently writing down the records according to his format.

The experiment went smoothly, so smoothly that Jiang Fu breathed a sigh of relief.

"This data is a bit strange." He Shijun stared at the data in his hand, and the doubts in his eyes became more and more serious.

He pointed to the data for several time periods.

"Theoretically, since we haven't done anything yet, the original cells used as experimental material shouldn't be so active... Moreover, during the experiment, the cells in these stages will begin to change state due to changes in the culture environment, but there will be varying degrees of hysteresis."

Jiang Fu said nothing.

She was certain that it was because of her poor condition that it was also affecting the origin cells in the laboratory, which already had a certain degree of sensitivity to her.

Maybe her participation was a wrong choice...

"Jiang Fu--" The young man raised his head and stared at her.

Jiang Fu could clearly feel that the catastrophic trend he had just suppressed was sweeping over him again. The pain gradually spread from his wrist to his left chest, and one of his lungs seemed to be blocked, making it difficult for him to breathe.

There was a crisp cracking sound coming from the petri dish.

Several black threads pierced through the transparent container, swaying and dancing like jumping black flames.

Everyone stared at the substance in the petri dish that suddenly charred and turned black, with a look of helplessness on their faces.

"What is that—"

"I don't think you mentioned that before the experiment started? Mr. Zhuang!"

"Mr. Zhuang, be careful!"

The laboratory door was pushed open in an instant and a team of people rushed in.

"Everyone, get away from the lab table and get behind me."

"Go to a safe place and check if there are any wounds."

Jiang Fu stared at the black lines that were growing wildly, feeling the calamity cells on her arms spreading. The silk threads entangled her neck, trapping her tightly like puppet strings.

"Ms. Jiang Fu, relax and don't think about anything." This was the kind reminder from the team leader in charge of cleaning up the scene, but it sounded like the buzzing of an insect.

There was no way she couldn't think of nothing.

In the lounge, everyone was still in shock from the accident that had happened.

"What was that just now?"

"Mr. Zhuang, why didn't you tell me there would be such an accident at the scene?"

He Shijun sat silently on the side, his thoughts surging in his dark eyes. Then, as if he had received the answer, he spoke decisively.

"Jiang Fu."

Li Wu recovered and said, "Oh, right, Jiang Fu doesn't seem to be..."

He interrupted her, "I mean, today's accident might be related to Jiang Fu."