The most difficult place to get into the Pharmacy Association was not on the 10th floor, but in a nondescript laboratory in the farthest corner of the sixth floor.
In the lab.
An old man with white hair was showing a pile of experimental data to a girl. "Look at this."
He stuffed a stack of A4 papers that recorded the drug's data into the girl's hands. He was more anxious than anyone else and spoke quickly and eloquently. "After I saw the prescription you sent me the other day, I did a few more experiments. This is the data record of those trials."
The girl was wearing a black hoodie. The hoodie was pulled up, and her face under the hood was exquisite and eye-catching.
Who else could it be but Qiao Nian?
At this moment, she was sitting in Zhong Yiliu's computer chair. Her eyes were casual as her slender white hand held the stack of documents that Zhong Yiliu stuffed into her hands.
She flipped through the pages quickly.
