Let Hu Lu No. 8.
Zhang Xuezhou found the address easily.
If it weren't for the mark on the secret key, it would be difficult for him to know that there are mysteries beneath these seemingly normal buildings.
"Sir, you have an appointment..."
Zhang Xuezhou pushed the door open and saw the plaque of 'Huatian Gene Sequencing Center'.
This unit is not like Weiyang Martial Arts School, but it is really involved in various projects of gene sequencing, and also undertakes physical examinations and other related matters, and even opens a dentistry.
The little girl in charge of the front desk was just shocked by the weirdness of Zhang Xuezhou's mask, but when Zhang Xuezhou raised the key to the gene arsenal in his hand, she quickly took back her words.
"Please walk ten meters forward and take the elevator into Room 46 on the second floor. Doctor Wu will be responsible for receiving you!"
The little girl was about twenty years old, with two rows of extremely white teeth. Her smile was very professional, but her eyes were a little confused.
There are always a few people like Zhang Xuezhou who come with secret cards every month, and everyone is received by Dr. Wu in Room 46, but she never knows what kind of tests these people do.
There are people like Zhang Xuezhou who hide their appearance, and there are also people who come calmly.
But no matter what kind of person they are, all the people she has seen have extraordinary temperament and elegant manners.
She stared at Zhang Xuezhou, looking to his left and to his right. When he reached the elevator, he stopped looking and stepped into the elevator.
As the elevator door made a slight closing sound, the little girl's eyes couldn't help but flicker a few times.
"His walking temperament is a little worse than the previous ones, and his clothes seem to be average, but..."
As long as she has that card, she needs to serve according to the rules.
Dr. Wu once said to her, 'Don't be curious. You and they are from two different worlds and there will be no intersection in the future.' But the more this happened, the more curious she became.
She couldn't figure out how a card could distinguish people's levels, and it was hard for her to figure out what secrets there were on that card.
There are obviously many front desk staff with curiosity like her.
Curiosity killed the cat. This leisurely and well-paid position will be replaced every one or two years.
The little girl noticed the "Ten Rules for the Front Desk" posted on the counter, and then looked at the former front desk lady who had carefully written the inscription to warn her. She finally shook her head and took her mind back.
Maybe she got tired of the job one day, or maybe her curiosity finally struck. Maybe she would try to secretly see what was in Dr. Wu's room and who was receiving it.
As a college graduate in the new era, she believes that there will be injustice in society, but she does not believe that those who hold a card are members of the privileged class.
If so, there are too many privileged people in Xijing City.
She kept her professional smile, and on the second floor, Zhang Xuezhou opened the door of Room 46.
In the room was a doctor wearing a white coat and a mask. Seeing Zhang Xuezhou wearing a mask, he was not surprised at all, but sat in front of the stage and extended his hand.
"Secret key!"
"Seven zero four five eight!"
Zhang Xuezhou scratched the coating and handed over the key to the gene arsenal.
"Please sit tight!"
Doctor Wu stood up.
He bowed slightly to signal, and then took out the blood drawing equipment.
"Stop pumping, I'll bleed!"
Zhang Xuezhou's face trembled as he watched the other party press the pulse and apply the needle quickly and accurately to draw blood.
If Rong Li's slaughtering of pigs is as pleasing to the eye as the chef's slaughter of cattle, Doctor Wu's blood drawing skills are obviously also outstanding.
As soon as he finished speaking, the fine needle that had been inserted into the blood vessel had been withdrawn.
Doctor Wu smiled at Zhang Xuezhou, then walked to the wall, and as a small box popped up from the wall, he put a tube of blood into it.
"Please wait patiently for half an hour," Dr. Wu said, "If you are pressed for time, you can also choose to come back later to get the results!"
"I heard that you have some kind of free nutrient solution here?" Zhang Xuezhou asked curiously: "What is your nutrient solution made of?"
"It seems this is your first time here." Dr. Wu smiled and said, "You should be talking about nutritional reagents!"
"Yes, that's it!"
"I'm preparing nutritional reagents for you right now!"
Doctor Wu pointed to the wall, indicating that operations were ongoing inside.
"It uses your blood as the main body, and adds a culture solution similar to the gene extract of your body." Dr. Wu laughed and said: "When it is injected back into your body, the blood circulation will inevitably lead to the enhancement of fusion of the body's genes. Thus gaining stronger physical fitness!”
"You mean to add something to the blood you just drew and then inject it back into me?" Zhang Xuezhou said curiously.
"That's what it means!"
Doctor Wu nodded.
Dr. Wu's re-confirmation finally let Zhang Xuezhou know why Zhang Manqian used the theory of vaccination to explain before. This nutrient solution reagent is almost the same as vaccination.
This was completely different from what he imagined preparing medicine to replenish the body.
Even if Chuu Bugui is here, there is nothing he can do in the face of this new technology, and it is difficult to imitate.
Zhang Xuezhou was disappointed for a moment, feeling that the gap between ideal and reality would always be so wide.
But it came and he didn't mind waiting for half an hour.
He didn't like injecting messy things into his body, but Zhang Xuezhou didn't resist the infusion of his blood back into his body.
Zhang Xuezhou even looked forward to the effect after the injection.
After all, he did wish he was stronger.
If the nutrient solution reagent can make him stronger, Zhang Xuezhou will inevitably think about whether to find a way to fight in the underground ring.
But considering that it would be difficult for him to encounter a weak opponent like the horse-faced mask sequencer again, Zhang Xuezhou could only restrain his caution.
His current foundation is obviously insufficient, and the risk of entering the ring is not low.
Once he encounters a fast-attack opponent like Zhang Manqian, Zhang Xuezhou will definitely give up quickly without waiting for him to take advantage of his realm to suppress others.
"It's a pity that I lack offensive skills, otherwise I could have given it a try!"
Participating in the arena competition is not the point. The point is that only the winner can get the key to the genetic arsenal.
Zhang Xuezhou not only needs to stand on the ring, he also needs to win his opponent.
He and Dr. Wu were speechless and waiting.
Half an hour may seem like a short time, but when you wait dryly, it obviously seems like a long time.
Zhang Xuezhou recited the Great Wilderness Sutra silently three times before he saw Dr. Wu stand up.
When Dr. Wu stood in the wall and dug out the small box, he took back the tube of blood he had drawn previously.
"Really added ingredients?" Zhang Xuezhou asked doubtfully.
He looked at the tube of blood in Doctor Wu's hand and found it hard to believe that it had become a nutrient solution reagent.
"It has been prepared." Dr. Wu nodded and said, "This is your sequencing record, please keep it!"
He pointed to the printer on the table, and an anonymous test report was printed out continuously.
"...The gene sequence is weak and pathological, suspected to be caused by overdose of sedative drugs, and the blood contains a very small amount of unknown bird genes..."
After paying attention to the most important part of the information, Dr. Wu blinked slightly.
He looked at the young man wearing a grimace mask in front of him, and felt that he saw a slightly depressed second generation ancestor in Xijing City.
This must be because I have no talent, so I secretly obtained the secret key to the genetic arsenal worth 50,000 yuan per dose to try.
But no talent means no talent. If we don’t spend tens of millions of dollars on whole-body blood transfusions, no matter how hard the young people in front of us try, they will never be able to transform their poor bird genes and even be mixed among this class. , the other party had to rely on drugs to calm down the thought that was difficult to reconcile.
