Plague Doctor

[The fruit of darkness grows from the ancient abyss, and the dead worm will live with the heaven and the earth]

Gu Jun recited it again, and a strange language was spit out from his mouth, and his head was about to burst with pain.

What does this sentence mean? Who painted it?

A terrifying surge surged from the bottom of his heart, and he vaguely saw the blood on the wall wriggling slightly... Each blood was made of countless tiny worms piled up... Those corpses, those Worms from decaying corpses...

"Haojun? Haojun?"

Suddenly, Gu Jun's consciousness was pulled back by the nervous call of others. All the illusions disappeared in an instant. He suddenly took a deep breath and looked around. Nothing had changed, but Cai Zixuan and Wang Ruoxiang stopped and looked at him. .

"Are you okay? Are you okay?" Cai Zixuan asked repeatedly, walking over with Xu Hai to support him.

Gu Jun's sudden shout really startled them. Seeing him covering his head, his expression became worse, as if he was making trouble.

"Sit down." Wang Ruoxiang pulled an experimental stool and asked Gu Jun to sit down. Although he didn't like this person, it didn't mean that he wanted him to die suddenly.

"I'm fine." Gu Jun shook his head and didn't sit down, "I just remembered something."

Those words appeared in my heart, and they lingered like a nightmare.

And that laboratory... does it really exist? Or is it just his wild imagination?

"Don't force anything." Wang Ruoxiang was very suspicious, "You look like you just fished out of formalin..."

Gu Jun twitched the corners of his mouth: "..." What metaphor are you talking about, bastard.

"Would you like some hot water?" she asked again, frowning.

hot water? Gu Jun sighed, after all, it is the first clinical rule: hot water can cure all diseases...

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

Everyone looked at them immediately and called out, "Teacher Gu." The person who came was a middle-aged and elderly man with half-white hair. He walked vigorously and wore a white coat. Professor Gu Ronggu.

Professor Gu is famous for being elegant and easy-going. He often tells bad jokes to students, and he is also very funny, so he is very popular with everyone. But now, as soon as Professor Gu saw Gu Jun, the smile on his face disappeared, "Xiao Gu is here too."

"Teacher Gu." Gu Jun nodded, his voice very serious, because he respected Professor Gu very much, "Follow and learn something."

"Oh, that's really strange." Professor Gu's tone was blunt, obviously suppressing a sullen breath, "It's rare that you work so hard."

Cai Zixuan and the others looked at each other, and they all knew that Professor Gu hated iron.

Speaking of which, Professor Gu was the last teacher to "give up" the local tyrant Jun. In the past, Professor Gu always defended him in every possible way. 's mentor.

"Don't tell me, you still have to prepare for make-up exams, right?" Professor Gu was really angry, and when he saw Gu Jun, he was angry.

Follow along to learn something? This guy's college entrance examination scores are among the best in this eight-year system, and he is not a die-hard student. He has all the talents needed to study medicine. If he is the kind of person who is willing to study seriously, it is impossible for this laboratory today. his position. such a pity.

"Mr. Gu, Hao Jun... oh no..." Cai Zixuan quickly changed his words, "Ajun is just preparing for a make-up exam."

"Go back and read when you are preparing for the make-up exam." Professor Gu has given up hope for Gu Jun, "The research done here is not taken for the exam."

"Well, everyone, then I'll go first." Gu Jun looked at them deeply, then turned and left.

In the past few months, whenever he thinks of Professor Gu, he feels guilty for betraying Professor Gu's good intentions, but now it's useless to say anything, so let's tell everyone his changes with practical actions.

"Classmates, let me tell you frankly, Gu Jun is very talented." Professor Gu said loudly, as if he was deliberately telling Gu Jun, who had not gone far, "but he is too dead. So he died. The most important thing in medicine is not how smart you are, but calmness, prudence, and diligence! You should take him as a warning and keep going."

Everyone nodded thoughtfully, and Cai Zixuan sighed.

Wang Ruoxiang looked at the back of Gu Jun's departure, feeling a little uncomfortable, as Professor Gu said... It's a pity.

"I just received new news." Professor Gu said solemnly, "The Provincial Health Department attaches great importance to this Pioneer Cup of our school, and it is necessary to select a group of new medical talents. As for the selection criteria and what to do, I will Not much is known for the time being, but this time the above is really taking it seriously.”

Everyone was surprised to hear that, there was no wind at all before, what's the situation?

On the other side, after Gu Jun walked out of the laboratory, he walked not far, only about ten steps, came to another laboratory that was almost next to each other, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The door opened, and it was a young man with a medium build, wearing rimless glasses, with a gentle temperament, and with a few tufts of upturned hair, he looked like the famous Detective Conan, Zhang Lin, and Senior Brother Zhang.

"Ajun, you are here."

Senior Brother Zhang has two terms, five-year program, guaranteed postgraduate study after graduation, and is now in the first year of graduate school. The two met in the basketball club and had a good relationship. Gu Jun disappeared for a few months, Zhang Lin was also puzzled, until yesterday he suddenly called...

Gu Jun walked into the laboratory, closed the door, and asked, "Brother, have you brought what I want?"

Hurry up, he had a definite sense of unease, hurry up.

"The belt is brought." Zhang Lin stared at Gu Jun, not letting go of any micro-expressions, "Are you really just using it as an experiment?"

"Otherwise, murder?" Gu Jun smiled helplessly, "Senior brother, I won't mess around, am I that kind of person?"

Believe me, if I was going to murder, I have a hundred more brutal and simpler ways than this, and none of them will get me off the hook.

He shook his head mockingly, and smiled again: "Senior brother, I also look at Keigo Higashino and know how much he weighs."

"Well..." Zhang Lin nodded, "Okay." In fact, if someone else asked him to help, he would help, and it was the local tyrant Jun who asked a few more questions.

This cell room laboratory is not large, with two side-by-side vertical laminar flow ultra-clean workbenches on one side, and an experimental bench with centrifuges, constant temperature water baths and other equipment on the other side, and a vertical cell incubator at the front. It's against the wall.

There is an all-stainless steel trolley on the ground beside the workbench, with a small portable liquid nitrogen tank on it, half a meter high, and wearing a dark green coat.

"If the medulloblastoma cells weren't in our East University, you really need to go to a cell bank to buy them." Zhang Lin pointed to the liquid nitrogen tank, "This is the laboratory's stock cells, brought to you. already."

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

The way he thought of dealing with "targeted drugs for human brainstem tumors" was to do animal experiments.

Drug analysis is to be done, but not now, because testing requires a certain amount of drug to be accurate, and it is not enough to run out of these capsules. And it is very time-consuming, and the results can not directly reflect the efficacy of drugs, but only a very complex list of chemical substances.

That can't give him the answer he needs, and the effect of the drug still needs to be tested first.

The number of experiments was the same as Wang Ruoxiang and the others. Tumors were created in experimental animals, and then they were treated with drugs to see the effect.

However, what Wang Ruoxiang and the others created were mouse tumors, and what he wanted to create was human-derived tumors. It is impossible to use Kunming mice to grow human-derived tumor cells. The species is always different, and its own immune system will immunize human-derived cells, so it is necessary to use immunodeficient nude mice.

The human-derived cells of medulloblastoma are in this liquid nitrogen tank, and they must be recovered and cultured before they are used.

"Is that old Chinese medicine doctor you know really that amazing?" Zhang Lin asked while taking disposable gloves and a mask to put on, "Making some Chinese herbal medicines and grinding them into powder can even cure tumors? Cell tumor?" His spectacles flashed vigilantly, and he didn't believe it at all, "I think he's an old god."

It's just that the local tyrant Jun has always been unremarkable, and it is not the first time that similar things have been done, so Zhang Lin does not feel strange.

"Whether it's a genius doctor or a genius stick, you have to try it to find out." Gu Jun also went to put on a glove and mask, knowing that Senior Brother Zhang was suspicious, so he said it seriously: "That old guy knows a lot, and he is very good at massage. I'll take you there when you're free."

"I got it." Zhang Lin said, and opened the lid of the liquid nitrogen tank, and a cloud of cold mist suddenly poured out of the tank.

Holding the hook on the side of the can, he slowly pulled out a canister inside the can, and the cold mist became more and more surging...

Love the plague doctor.