WHOOSH!
The elevator doors opened, revealing a laboratory filled with state-of-the-art instruments.
But the most eye-catching sight was Yu Wenzhou, lying motionless on the medical bed.
"Wenzhou!"
The moment she saw him, Yu Lan rushed forward.
Though she was trembling uncontrollably, helpless, she still reached out a steady hand to check for his breath.
A trace of bewilderment flickered across her grief-stricken face.
"How could this be?"
Shen Zueran, who had followed her in, watched quietly from behind. In that short time, he had already composed himself, once again becoming the cool, detached, and rational director.
He said,
"It's not entirely clear. Generally, an experiment has only two outcomes: success or failure."
"Yu Wenzhou's current state seems to be somewhere between success and failure."
"Perhaps not enough time has passed. We can wait a little longer or look for other solutions."
After a brief pause, Shen Zueran added,
