My Building Has Attributes

Five days after the Button City Hospital was built, a group of fifteen researchers entered the scientific research building first.

Compared with the inpatient building, which needs to be equipped with various medical facilities and dispatch medical staff to work, the scientific research building is very simple.

As long as the scientific research personnel are in place and the scientific research equipment is sent in, the research can be carried out.

"Wow.....Button City Hospital is very beautifully built. I feel that after entering the hospital, the weather suddenly became cooler. Is the outdoor air conditioner turned on in the hospital?" Alice walked on the small road of Button City Hospital, happily Said.

"It may be because of the greenery, the oxygen content and the negative oxygen ion content are high, so it feels cool." Leon said with a smile.

"But why do I feel a little scared walking here? This should have nothing to do with negative oxygen ions." Wicks, who was walking behind, murmured softly.

It's a pity that no one heard Weeks speak, even if they heard 07, no one would care about him.

After a busy morning, the group finally arranged all the scientific research equipment. They only need to purchase some consumables, and they can start the experiment.

In the evening, everyone who had been busy all day was a little tired.

"Everyone has worked hard today, and there is still some money left from the purchase funds. I will take everyone to have a meal." Leon said to the crowd.

"This idea is great, I love you, Leon." A male researcher said funny.

"Leon won't love you, he only likes Alice." Another researcher said immediately.

Leon was very satisfied with the two people's answers, and immediately turned to look at Alice, and said, "My baby, what do you want to eat?"

"How can a man ask a woman what she wants to eat, what I like to eat, don't you know?"

Alice said with an angry expression, but this expression was more like a spoiled child.

"I'm sorry baby, of course I know what you like to eat, let's go, guys, let's go have a big meal." Leon said with a smile.

Everyone walked out of the research room one after another, ready to change clothes and eat.

Leon frowned when he saw Weeks walking at the back.

"Wicks, the mutated mold in the culture tank still needs someone to take care of it, so you don't want to go there, we will order a takeaway to bring it to you later, I will work hard for you to be on duty here today

Leon said to Weeks.

"Okay...Okay." Weeks said helplessly.

After Weeks left, everyone in the changing room showed mocking expressions, and a few laughed even more disdainfully.

"It's just like a bear, still wanting to chase Alice."

"Maybe he regards himself as the big boss in Resident Evil."

"Hahaha."

Although Lyon didn't speak, the disdain on the corner of his mouth also revealed his inner thoughts.

Weeks outside the locker room clenched his fists tightly.

When everyone left and Weeks was the only one left in the scientific research building, Weeks began to write his thesis.

He is a graduate student studying toxicology, and the reason why he joined the current scientific research team is mainly to make money.

There is no way, the competition pressure of biomedical major is too great, if you do not achieve results, you are just a dog, once you achieve results, you will instantly become a god, the competition is so cruel.

Now Weeks wants to use the equipment of the scientific research team to produce some results, and it is best to be favored by big companies.

"Microcystin is a secondary toxic metabolite produced by the explosive reproduction of cyanobacteria in water bodies. It is a hepatotoxin that can accumulate in the digestive glands of mussels and scallops and enter high-nutrition organisms along the food chain, including fish, Toxic to birds, mammals and humans.

Symptoms include weakness, pale skin, excessive cold, etc., and severe hemorrhage and hepatic necrosis can cause the animal to die due to respiratory obstruction..."

The paper that Weeks is writing now is his current research direction, studying the diseases caused by microcystins, and how to treat them.

As I was writing, Weeks had a sudden inspiration.

This inspiration is so incredible.

Under normal circumstances, when researchers come to inspiration, it is through knowledge accumulation, and then they come up with a solution based on past experience and a flash of inspiration.

And Weeks’ inspiration at this time is very special, that is, I have no scientific basis, nor 943 experience, but I think it should be right to do so.

Yes, this kind of inspiration makes me think.

Just do it!

Weeks caught a mouse and injected microcystin into the mouse.

Soon, the mice began to move stiffly and appear poisoned.

At this time, Weeks had already prepared the detoxification potion that he thought of, and injected it into the mice.

 …

After one minute, the little white mouse hung up.

Weeks looked at the dead mouse in bewilderment, a little unbelievable.

Just now his inspiration was like diabetes insipidus, he couldn't stop it, and finally he came up with an antidote, which directly poisoned the mouse to death?

"Maybe I'm under too much pressure recently, I'll go to sleep first."

Weeks sighed helplessly, stopped writing the thesis, and ran directly to the sofa in the lounge to sleep.

While Weeks fell asleep, the dead little white mouse began to absorb the Yin Qi around it, and then moved its tail. .