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"Is there a problem?"

"Look, the RC cell index in this blood sample is significantly higher than the normal value."

"It's normal for there to be deviations in blood test data. Use the hematology analyzer and immunoassay analyzer to do other tests, and compare the parameters."

"Also, don't report any of today's sample data for the time being. For the sake of caution, I have to check it again."

"Okay, Senior Brother Zheng…"

"Okay, Professor Zheng."

Inside the brightly lit room, the voices of several people talking could be heard from time to time, both male and female.

It sounded like a group of doctors working overtime late at night, doing laboratory work.

Fang Cheng lay on the windowsill, listening silently.

He was already certain that this was the target he was looking for, the blood testing lab.

If there were no surprises, the blood samples collected from the Old Factory Street physical examination center today should also have been transported here for centralized testing.

There are many people inside right now, and the windows are tightly closed, so there is no way to enter for the time being.

This is because various harmful gases and volatile organic solvents are often produced during experiments. If ventilation is not timely, it may affect the health of the people inside.

He believed that the blood testing lab should also have similar guidelines.

Of course, if that really didn't work.

Fang Cheng could also choose to find the stairwell or bathroom window and sneak in.

It was impossible for all those places to be completely sealed.

It would just require going around a few more times, which would be a little more troublesome, and therefore would increase the chance of being discovered.

Therefore, Fang Cheng preferred to wait a little longer.

Thus, in the howling cold wind and enveloping darkness.

Fang Cheng grabbed the windowsill with both hands, hanging his body outside the wall dozens of meters in the air, holding his breath and concentrating.

Finally.

After 11 o'clock, the opportunity came.

The doctors in the lab were preparing to get off work and rest.

Before leaving, Professor Zheng gave a few instructions on related matters, including cleaning reagents and checking ventilation equipment.

A female doctor responded, and then walked towards the windowsill.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Fang Cheng's eyes flickered, and he immediately released his fingers, his body suddenly sinking down.

He did not fall down, but at the critical moment, he grabbed the drip line along the bottom edge of the windowsill.

A mere one centimeter wide, an extremely narrow gap, actually supported a body weighing more than two hundred pounds.

Fang Cheng's fingertips were like iron pliers, firmly gripping this only support point.

He clung to the outer wall in a suspended posture, trying to hide his figure in the shadows as much as possible.

Fortunately, after the female doctor opened the window, she did not poke her head out to look outside, and then turned to open another window.

Fang Cheng pricked up his ears, listening to the various sounds, large and small, coming from the room.

There were occasional "beep" and "beep" sounds.

Obviously, the doctors doing the testing were swiping their cards one after another and leaving the lab.

A few minutes later, only one person's breathing could be heard.

There should be a doctor on duty staying behind.

After a while, the sound of a faucet being turned on came from the adjacent bathroom.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and immediately his arms exerted force, he leaped up, and grabbed the upper edge of the windowsill again.

Then, like a civet cat, he quickly scurried into the room, and silently rolled onto the floor in a shoulder-roll posture.

Then, squatting down, he looked up and observed his surroundings.

His gaze quickly swept around, first eliminating the existence of cameras.

Usually, laboratories involving sensitive research projects do not install surveillance in order to avoid data leakage and ensure information security.

This saved Fang Cheng a lot of trouble.

He then looked at the various unfamiliar instruments and equipment on the operating table.

Fortunately, this laboratory seemed to have done a good job with 6S visual management. Each area had obvious labels and was planned and distinguished.

"Sample receiving area, result review area, blood storage area…"

His gaze swept over the labeled areas one by one, listening to the continuous sound of running water from the bathroom, Fang Cheng no longer delayed and immediately began to search carefully.

First, he started with the sample receiving area.

He saw vacuum blood collection tubes placed in multiple storage boxes.

Under the light, the blood slightly shimmered with a dark red luster through the glass.

Each tube was labeled with relevant blood collection information, indicating the name of the examinee and the sample number.

Fang Cheng's mind instantly calmed down, and he silently activated the speed reading skill.

As his eyeballs rotated rapidly, his vision scanned one opened storage box after another like a laser.

In just eight seconds, the label information of up to hundreds of blood collection tubes in the sample receiving area were all imprinted in his mind.

However, Fang Cheng's heart sank slightly.

Because he did not find the expected target among them.

Immediately, he turned his attention to the "result review area".

Again using the speed reading skill, he quickly checked all the blood samples awaiting review.

This time, he finally lived up to expectations and successfully found the blood collection tubes belonging to himself and Wen Xin.

"Phew…"

Fang Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, if he waited until the review was confirmed tomorrow and transferred to the storage area, even if he replaced the blood sample, the relevant data would probably have been reported.

At this moment, the sound of a toilet flushing came from the bathroom.

The doctor on duty seemed to have just finished his personal business.

Fang Cheng quickly put his and Wen Xin's blood collection tubes into his satchel.

Then he took out two almost identical standard blood collection tubes from inside.

These were fakes that he had entrusted Ma Donghe to help him get, used to replace the real thing.

As for the blood samples inside, they were naturally drawn from his group of brothers.

The only flaw was that the handwriting was slightly different.

However, under normal circumstances, as long as the abnormality was not exposed, no one would pay such close attention.

Just as Fang Cheng carefully placed the two counterfeit products in the tray.

A sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the laboratory door.

Then, a "beep" sound.

It seemed that someone had returned and was swiping their card to open the door.

Fang Cheng quickly returned all the opened storage boxes to their original positions, then flipped over and jumped out of the window.

Clatter.

With the sound of the access control opening, a person quietly walked in.

Fang Cheng did not leave immediately, but lay on the windowsill, secretly observing who had suddenly returned to the laboratory.

In order to confirm that his whereabouts had not been discovered.

Through the increased field of vision provided by Eagle Eye Vision, a middle-aged man with a refined appearance and wearing glasses came into view.

He quickly walked to the operating table, also opened the storage box in the result review area, and kept rummaging through it.

From time to time, he would also look up in the direction of the bathroom, his expression appearing quite abnormal.

Fang Cheng lay outside the window peeking, and found that he was successively selecting several blood collection tubes from the storage box in his hand and putting them into the satchel he was carrying.

Among them, there were the two counterfeit products that he had just replaced.

Then, he took out some other blood samples from his bag that seemed to have been prepared in advance, and quickly reinserted them into the empty spaces in the storage box.

This furtive appearance was exactly the same as someone before.

"What is this guy trying to do?"

Fang Cheng looked speechless, and just as he was feeling puzzled, another voice sounded.

"Professor Zheng, what brings you back?"

It was the duty nurse who had just returned from the restroom.

She noticed the blood collection tubes in his hand and a glimpse of something in his bag, vaguely realizing what was happening. She couldn't help but open her mouth in surprise:

"You're..."

Upon seeing her, Professor Zheng suddenly rushed forward, grabbed a stainless steel tray, and smashed it down on her head.

Clang!

The female doctor was struck hard, her head instantly bleeding. Before she could even scream, she staggered and fell.

Professor Zheng, fearing the tray wasn't forceful enough, followed up with two more blows.

His movements were fierce and swift, his expression twisted and ferocious, a stark contrast to his usual refined and gentle demeanor.

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Fang Cheng stared in astonishment at the sudden turn of events.

He couldn't understand why this man would take such a risk, resorting to violence against a colleague just to obtain a blood sample.

The professor, surnamed Zheng, dropped the weapon with a clang, his mouth emitting heavy gasps.

After a moment, he frantically cleaned up the scene and immediately turned to leave.

Lurking outside the window, Fang Cheng stared intently at the departing figure, a glint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Although the man had only taken the fake samples he had replaced.

These items still had to be retrieved, and this man had to die!

Even those who might be behind him.

Because there were no such things as coincidences in this world.

This professor Zheng had clearly discovered the unusual nature of himself and Wen Xin through testing.

Therefore, his surreptitious replacement of the blood samples must be driven by some ulterior motive.

However, Fang Cheng couldn't choose to act in the lab.

If two doctors were to have an accident here, the military would inevitably deduce that someone had secretly infiltrated, replaced the blood samples, or tampered with the test data, and committed violence when accidentally discovered.

Whether suspicion fell on anyone or a new physical examination and blood draw were conducted, things would become more troublesome and dangerous.

He absolutely couldn't take the blame for the other party.

Once Professor Zheng closed the access control and left the lab, Fang Cheng quickly flipped over the windowsill and returned inside.

He then quickly walked to the female doctor, who was covered in blood and lying on the ground, and checked her breathing. There was still a faint breath.

"Not dead..."

Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

With this witness, things would be much easier.

After retrieving his and Wen Xin's blood samples, he would create some commotion to alert others to the female doctor lying on the ground.

Then, he could logically guide the military's investigation towards the other blood samples hidden by the professor surnamed Zheng.

In this way, he could perfectly clear himself of all suspicion and stay out of it.

Quickly formulating a plan in his mind, Fang Cheng swiftly took an access card from the female doctor's pocket.

Then, using her identity to swipe the card, he opened the lab door.

Outside the corridor, the lights were dim.

This floor should be the office area, without any wards, so there were no medical personnel.

At midnight, all the rooms were closed, and the other staff had already left.

Apart from the faint, eerie cries coming from downstairs, the entire floor seemed extremely empty and quiet.

Fang Cheng's gaze suddenly swept around, locking onto the target figure, and then he tiptoed, silently pursuing him.

The rehabilitation center was large, and the corridors were particularly long.

It was fine during the day, but with most of the lights turned off at night, the corridor looked like a very long tunnel, with no end in sight.

"Clunk", "Clunk".

Professor Zheng walked ahead, his leather shoes stepping on the tiles, sounding unusually loud.

Fang Cheng followed behind, taking two quick steps and then pausing.

Sometimes he would leap lightly, bypassing the surveillance range of the cameras installed in the corridor.

Sometimes he would hide in the shadows of the corners, deliberately avoiding the soldiers stationed and patrolling around.

This office floor, with its important blood testing lab, would certainly not lack security.

In Fang Cheng's vision, he could clearly see the dynamic images hidden nearby.

Using Eagle Eye Vision, with its ultra-long range and ultra-wide angle, he could quickly scout the surrounding environment and lock onto the target.

Even with the very tight defense on the floor.

Fang Cheng still relied on his skill effects and extraordinary agility to just barely brush past others without being easily noticed.

Even when he appeared in the surveillance footage, he was like a phantom flashing past, only causing a momentary blur before disappearing instantly.

He was not only extremely fast at jumping and landing silently, but even his breathing and heartbeat were reduced to an extremely low level.

His whole being was like a ghost that had遁入(dùnrù:遁 means escape; 入 means enter) darkness, difficult to capture even a trace of abnormal movement.

Before long, Professor Zheng reached the exit of the corridor.

At this moment, two soldiers patrolling with guns walked towards him. Seeing him, they greeted him:

"Professor Zheng, still working late, huh? You've worked hard."

Through long-term work interactions, they were clearly very familiar with each other.

"You've worked hard too."

Professor Zheng squeezed out a smile, responding with forced composure, his right hand involuntarily tightening the satchel on his body.

The soldiers simply greeted him, without searching him or continuing to chat.

Professor Zheng then walked towards the elevator hall ahead.

Just as the two sides brushed past each other, suddenly a dark shadow vaguely flashed by.

"Huh."

One of the soldiers was alert, immediately turning his head and looking around in all directions.

However, apart from the figure and footsteps of Professor Zheng leaving, there were no other movements.

The other soldier, seeing this, asked:

"What's wrong? Did you see something?"

"No..."

The soldier shook his head in confusion: "I think I just saw things."

Although he said that, he was still uneasy in his heart.

The black shadow he had just seen was like a quickly cut scene, suddenly appearing and suddenly disappearing.

He even suspected that he had been in this godforsaken place for too long and had really encountered something unclean.

Just as they were talking and patrolling forward again.

A figure, like a gecko, clung to the ceiling, holding its breath, with wide open eyes, watching the soldiers passing below.

A few seconds later, it lightly jumped down behind them, instantly disappearing into the darkness.

Fang Cheng, relying on his levitation ability, successfully passed the checkpoint, but was also slightly delayed as a result.

Arriving at the elevator hall, he watched the numbers on the floor display going down, stopping at the 5th floor.

The target had not left the building.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but feel puzzled.

The original plan was to wait until he reached the underground parking lot or left the hospital to meet someone, confirm the situation, and then choose to act.

Now the situation seemed to have changed.

After thinking about it, Fang Cheng immediately darted like a nimble cat, choosing to go to the fifth floor through the emergency exit to see what was going on.