Chapter 7, The Blood Letters on the Wall

He held the hook that was hooked on the edge of the can, slowly lifting a lifting tube from within the can, as the cold mist surged and spread even more...

The human-derived cells of medulloblastoma are located in this liquid nitrogen tank. They must be thawed and cultured before use.

In recent months, whenever he thinks of Professor Gu, he feels guilty for having previously let down the professor's goodwill. However, it is futile to say anything now; he should demonstrate his change through concrete actions.

"The belt has been brought." Zhang Lin stared at Gu Jun, not missing any subtle expressions, "Are you really just using it for an experiment?"

What does this sentence mean? Who wrote it?

Speaking of which, Professor Gu is the last teacher to "give up" on Tu Haojun. In the past, Professor Gu always defended him in every possible way. The reason Gu Jun has not been expelled from the eight-year program by the school is closely related to that support. It can be said that Professor Gu is his benefactor

Is that laboratory ... really exist? Or is it just his delusional imagination

I just received a new message. Professor Gu said solemnly, "The Provincial Health Department is placing special emphasis on our school's Pioneer Cup this time, aiming to select a group of new medical talents. As for the selection criteria and the purpose of the selection, I currently do not know much, but it is clear that the higher-ups are taking this very seriously."

"Do not force yourself if you have something going on." Wang Ruoxiang expressed some doubt, "Your complexion looks as if you have just been pulled out of formalin..."

Everyone immediately turned to look, calling out in unison: "Professor Gu." The newcomer was a middle-aged man with graying hair, walking with a strong stride, his white lab coat billowing in the wind. He was none other than their group mentor and their usual physiology teacher, Professor Gu Rong.

Wang Ruoxiang glanced at Gu Jun's departing figure, feeling a slight discomfort in her heart, indeed as Professor Gu said... what a pity

"Would you like to have some hot water?" she asked with a furrowed brow again

Suddenly, Gu Jun's consciousness was pulled back by someone else's anxious calls, and all the illusions vanished in an instant. He immediately began to breathe heavily, looking around; everything remained unchanged, except that Cai Zixuan, Wang Ruoxiang, and the others had all stopped and were staring at him.

"Please take a seat." Wang Ruoxiang pulled over a lab stool for Gu Jun to sit down. Although she did not like this person, it did not mean she wished for his sudden death.

"Is he a divine doctor or a charlatan? One must try to find out." Gu Jun also put on gloves and a mask, knowing that Senior Brother Zhang was quite suspicious, so he spoke with great seriousness: "That old fellow knows quite a lot, and he is very skilled at massage. I can take you there when we have time."

I am fine," Gu Jun shook his head, not sitting down, "just recalling some matters.

On the floor beside the workbench, there is a fully stainless steel cart, on which sits a small portable liquid nitrogen tank, half a meter high, covered with a dark green coat

Gu Jun entered the laboratory, closed the door, and asked: "Senior brother, have you brought what I requested?"

However, Wang Ruoxiang and his team are creating mouse tumors, while he aims to produce human-derived and xenograft tumors. It is not feasible to use Kunming mice for cultivating human-derived tumor cells, as the species are fundamentally different; their own immune system will reject the human cells. Therefore, it is necessary to use immunodeficient nude mice.

He shook his head in self-deprecation and smiled, saying: "Senior brother, I also read Higashino Keigo and know my own worth."

A wave of terror surged from the depths of his heart, and he vaguely saw the blood characters on the wall begin to writhe slightly... Each blood character was formed by countless tiny worms piled together... It was those corpses, the worms generated from the rotting corpses...

"Understood," Zhang Lin said as he opened the lock cover of the liquid nitrogen tank, and a cloud of cold mist immediately surged out from the opening

Hot water? ... Gu Jun sighed softly, after all, it is the first principle in clinical practice: hot water can cure a hundred ailments

The approach he considered for addressing the "targeted drugs for human brainstem tumors" was to conduct animal experiments

Professor Gu is renowned for his elegance and amiability, often sharing cold jokes with his students and being quite playful, which makes him very popular among them. However, now, whenever Professor Gu sees Gu Jun, the smile on his face disappears, "Ah, little Gu is also here."

The door opened, revealing a young man of medium build, wearing a pair of rimless glasses. He had a refined demeanor, and with a few tufts of hair sticking up, he bore a striking resemblance to the famous detective Conan, Zhang Lin, Brother Zhang.

Learn something by following along? This individual has one of the top scores in this year's eight-year program, and he is not merely a rote learner. He possesses all the necessary talents required for studying medicine. If he were the type of person willing to study earnestly, there would certainly be a place for him in this laboratory today. What a pity.

Gu Jun walked over, looked at the liquid nitrogen tank, and took a deep breath

Gu Junnan recited it once, and a strange language was thus uttered from his mouth, causing his head to throb as if it were about to burst

What is Hao Jun? What is Hao Jun?

The dark fruit grows from the ancient abyss, and the worms of death will endure alongside heaven and earth

It is imperative to act swiftly, as he has a distinct feeling of unease; time is of the essence.

Cai Zixuan and the others exchanged glances, all aware that Professor Gu was frustrated by their lack of progress

Drug analysis needs to be conducted, but not at this moment, as testing requires a certain quantity of the drug to be accurate, and using up these capsules would not suffice. Moreover, it is time-consuming, and the results obtained cannot directly reflect the efficacy of the drug; they will only yield a very complex list of chemical substances.

"Prepare for the retake by going back to study." Professor Gu has already lost hope in Gu Jun, "The exam will not assess the research done here."

"Oh, how unusual." Professor Gu's tone was very stiff, clearly suppressing a surge of frustration, "It's rare to see you working so hard."

That sentence lingers in my heart, already like a nightmare that cannot be dispelled

"Are you alright? How are you feeling?" Cai Zixuan asked repeatedly as he walked over with Xu Hai to support him

"Don't tell me you still have to prepare for a retest?" Professor Gu was indeed angry; he felt irritated as soon as he saw Gu Jun.

"Teacher Gu, Hao Jun he... oh no..." Cai Zixuan quickly corrected himself, "A Jun is just preparing for the make-up exam"

"Professor Gu," Gu Jun nodded, his tone very serious, as he held great respect for Professor Gu, "I will follow along and learn something."

That cannot provide him with the answer he needs; the efficacy of the medication still requires experimental validation

However, the person known as the wealthy and handsome Jun has always been unpredictable, and this is not the first time he has done something similar, so Zhang Lin did not find it strange

A Jun, you have come.

This cell culture laboratory is not large; on one side are two parallel vertical laminar flow clean workstations, while on the other side is a laboratory bench equipped with a centrifuge, a constant temperature water bath, and other apparatus. At the front is a vertical cell incubator, all arranged against the wall

Gu Jun's lips curled slightly: "... ..." What kind of metaphor is this, you bastard

Well, everyone, I will take my leave now. Gu Jun cast a deep glance at them before turning to leave

On the other side, after Gu Jun walked out of the laboratory, he had not gone far, just about ten steps, when he arrived outside another laboratory that was almost adjacent, and he raised his hand to knock on the door

Students, I must candidly tell you that Gu Jun is a very talented individual. Professor Gu spoke loudly, as if intentionally for Gu Jun, who had not yet walked far: But he was too reckless, and thus he met his demise. In the field of medicine, what matters most is not how intelligent you are, but rather your calmness, meticulousness, and diligence! You should take him as a cautionary example and continue to work hard.

"Is that old Chinese medicine practitioner you know really that miraculous?" Zhang Lin questioned while putting on disposable gloves and a mask. "Grinding some traditional Chinese medicinal herbs into powder can even cure tumors? Especially medulloblastoma?" The glint of skepticism flashed in his glasses, showing that he did not believe it at all. "I think he is just an old charlatan."

Zhang Lin then nodded and said, "Alright." In fact, if it were someone else asking for his help, he would have readily agreed; it was just that the wealthy and talented individual asked a few more questions.

The experimental approach is the same as that of Wang Ruoxiang and others, where tumors are induced in experimental animals, followed by treatment with medication to observe the effects

As the crowd nodded in contemplation, Cai Zixuan let out a sigh

The cells of medulloblastoma, if it weren't for our university, you would really need to go to some cell bank to purchase them. Zhang Lin pointed to the liquid nitrogen tank, This is the stock of cells in the laboratory, I brought them for you

Senior Zhang is two years his senior, having completed a five-year program. After graduation, he secured a place for further studies and is currently in his first year of graduate school. The two met in the basketball club and have developed a good friendship. ... Gu Jun disappeared for several months, leaving Zhang Lin puzzled, until he suddenly called yesterday ...

Everyone was very surprised to hear this, as there had been no hint of it before. What is going on

"Otherwise, what? Murder?" Gu Jun smiled helplessly, "Senior brother, I won't act recklessly. Am I that kind of person?"

Believe me, if I were to commit murder, I have a hundred methods that are more brutal and simpler than this; it is just that none of them would allow me to escape punishment.

Gu Jun's sudden shout truly startled them. Seeing him clutching his head, his complexion also worsened, it did not seem like he was just fooling around.

At this moment, the door of the laboratory was pushed open, and a figure walked in, "Classmates, how is the experiment going?"