"Oh, oh, oh, I'm on it!"
The assistant, having been yelled at like that, hurriedly proceeded to do so.
What exactly was the director doing? One moment he was talking about chromosomes, the next he was ordering him to get blood drawn from the third young master Ou. What was he up to?
The assistant was very confused…
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Meanwhile, Ou Mucen, on the other hand, had no idea what his friend from the laboratory department was doing after he left; he only knew that once he returned to the ward, he didn't want to say anything.
He didn't want to move, speak, drink water, or eat anything…
He didn't want to call that woman either!
It was a terrible feeling; he had never felt such a thing in his life, as if all the colors he could see with his eyes had turned into a lifeless, dull grey, so devoid of life and vitality that it was exceptionally distasteful to behold.
Is this what it feels like when hope is shattered?