Dr. Connor's eyes flickered.
Sitting dumbfounded in his office chair, his expression seemed calm, but in reality, his heart was engaged in an internal conflict.
On one hand, Dr. Connor also wanted to conduct human experiments.
After all, what was the purpose of his long-term research if not to benefit humanity and eliminate the suffering of disabilities?
But on the other hand, Dr. Connor was well aware that the current Regenerative Serum was still unstable.
Because up until now, only one, and only one, little white mouse had achieved his dreamed-of results after being injected with the Regenerative Potion.
But the crux of the problem lies here.
They didn't know why it succeeded.
Yes.
It succeeded, but they didn't know why, and they couldn't replicate it.
Because they didn't even know where the problem was, without finding the problem, they naturally had no way to replicate it.
Medicine is rigorous and cannot tolerate the slightest carelessness.
Especially when it involves human trials, even a slight confusion must be resolved before proceeding to the next step.
So...
Emotionally, no one wishes more than him to see the success of the Regenerative Potion.
But rationally, the board's approach was undoubtedly joking with the lives of those disabled soldiers.
Dr. Connor's heart was wrestling with internal conflict at this moment.
Angels and demons appeared in his mind.
The angel told him that this was wrong, and if something went wrong, God would not forgive him.
But the demon told him that sacrifices were destined in medicine, and if it succeeded, even if he died and went to Heaven, the angel would have to give up its seat for him.
Dr. Connor sat dumbfounded in the office.
The sunlight shining through the window fell on his face, with light and shadow intertwining ceaselessly.
Just like that.
He sat in his office from afternoon until nightfall.
With the ding of his phone, Dr. Connor, who had been in a state of internal conflict, was startled.
He grabbed his phone and opened the newly received message.
Reading the message.
Doctor, I'm already on my way to the hospital, we believe in you.
After reading.
Dr. Connor's gaze became unfocused.
Immediately!
With a whoosh.
Dr. Connor suddenly stood up from his seat, and as if he had made a firm decision, he walked resolutely towards the door.
The camera monitoring the laboratory sat quietly in the corner.
Its red light blinking.
With a ding, in the laboratory, the "Biological Engineering Mixer" responsible for cross-species gene splicing and fusion successfully opened, and a serum that appeared green in color was taken out by Dr. Connor.
I may not be an angel, but I absolutely cannot become a demon.
Dr. Connor looked at the Regenerative Potion in his hand, a fusion of mutated serum extracted from a white mouse and Lizard Serum, murmured to himself, then with a determined look, he sat down with the potion.
After a while.
Sitting in a chair, Dr. Connor looked at the syringe in his hand, took a deep breath, and then, without hesitation, stuck the syringe into his right arm, where he had lost his right hand due to an accident, and quickly pushed the syringe all the way in.
Almost at the moment he just pulled out the syringe, a sudden dizziness overwhelmed him without any prelude.
With a thud!
Dr. Connor directly collapsed onto the desk in front of him.
At the same time, at the stump of his right arm, at this moment, it seemed as if something was writhing inside, trying to break free.
As if...
"A worm?"
"Hmm, a very small lizard."
Having finished dinner and returned to her room, Gwen was on the phone with Hawk, sharing a fun story about how her eight-year-old brother got scared by a lizard that crawled out of nowhere during dinner.
Hawk listened to Gwen's laughter on the other end of the line, feeling a bit curious.
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Hawk."
Gwen said seriously, "You forgot, our lab's Regenerative Potion was inspired by lizards. If anything, the lab has plenty of white mice and lizards."
She wasn't some delicate little woman.
She was a cold-hearted scientist who could draw blood from a lizard and dissect a white mouse without changing her expression.
Hawk suddenly understood and chuckled.
Gwen also chuckled, then changed the topic.
"And you, have you had dinner?"
"No."
Hawk looked at the fried chicken leg he had just bought back: "I'm planning to go to the rooftop to practice boxing, and eat after that."
Sadly, the old gym has been demolished and converted into a swimming pool.
And the new gym was crowded with people, especially today, as it was a new semester with many new ninth-grade students.
So Hawk figured he'd just wait until evening to practice boxing on the rooftop, then eat, bathe, and sleep.
Listening to Hawk's plan, Gwen nodded, then thought of something.
"Hawk, can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Why do you practice boxing every day? You're already quite skilled, aren't you?"
Gwen asked.
In her mind appeared the scene she saw after traversing the forest.
Hawk standing bare-chested in the pool.
The waterfall rolling back in front of Hawk.
Gwen didn't know if the rolling waterfall was Hawk's doing, as she didn't witness it firsthand.
But she had no doubt, the present Hawk could punch a bear to death with one strike.
This was something she saw with her own eyes.
On that day, after witnessing Hawk punch a bear to death, Gwen felt both relieved and terrified.
After all, she hadn't encountered a single beast from the moment she entered the forest to finding Hawk, showing how lucky she was.
Not exactly.
Maybe this was God's will.
Gwen then thought of the unknown website that provided Hawk's real-time location, even though Hawk's phone was apparently turned off.
As Gwen was thinking about Maryland and the unknown website, Hawk also found himself contemplative at her question.
"Why practice boxing every day?"
"For..."
Hawk was silent for a moment, a picture flashing in his mind, he thought for a moment and gave an answer.
"To protect myself and those I care about."
"Does that include me?"
Gwen's clear voice rang in Hawk's ear as she listened to his explanation.
When she firmly handed Hawk her phone number on her personal mobile that day and he didn't refuse, she felt she had found the key to getting along with Hawk.
Hawk didn't expect Gwen to be so straightforward.
He couldn't help but laugh, then nodded heavily.
"Of course."
"..."