"Is there a problem?"
"Look, the RC cell count in this blood sample is significantly higher than normal."
"It’s common for there to be deviations in blood test data. You should use a hemocytoter and immunoassay analyzer to carry out other tests and check against the paraters."
"Also, don’t report any of the sample data today. Just to be cautious, I must re-examine them."
"Okay, Brother Zheng..."
"Okay, Professor Zheng."
In the brightly lit room, conversations between several people—both n and won—could occasionally be heard.
It appeared to be a group of doctors working late into the night on lab tests.
Fang Cheng crouched outside the window, quietly listening.
He was certain that this was the target he had been searching for—the blood test laboratory.
If his expectations were correct, the blood samples collected today from the dical center on Old Factory Street should also have been transported here for centralized testing.
There were many people inside at the mont, and the windows were tightly closed, making entry impossible for now.
Fang Cheng was not in a hurry; he simply waited quietly.
He rembered lab procedures from his school days, which dictated that before and after using the lab and at intervals, a ventilation process had to be carried out.
This was because various harmful gases and volatile organic solvents could be produced during experints, which, if not ventilated in ti, could affect the health of the personnel inside.
He believed the blood test lab should have similar guidelines.
Of course, if that wasn’t possible.
Fang Cheng could also look for stairwells or bathroom windows to sneak in through.
Those areas couldn’t all be sealed.
That would just require taking a longer route and be slightly more troubleso, therefore increasing the chances of being discovered.
Which is why Fang Cheng preferred to wait a bit longer.
And so he waited, hanging onto the window ledge, suspended from the high wall outside dozens of ters in the air, holding his breath with Concentration in the howling cold wind, enveloped by the night.
Finally.
The opportunity arrived after 11 o’clock.
The doctors in the lab started to prepare to leave for a rest.
Professor Zheng, before departing, reminded them of several matters, including clearing reagents and checking ventilation equipnt.
A female doctor replied, and then headed toward the windowsill.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Fang Cheng’s eyes flickered slightly, and he imdiately released his grip, his body sinking down.
He did not fall down, but at the last critical mont, grabbed hold of the drip edge below the windowsill.
A re one-centiter wide crevice, extrely narrow, was now supporting a body weighing more than 200 pounds.
Fang Cheng’s fingertips were like iron pincers, firmly clasping onto this sole point of support.
He hung motionlessly in the air, pressed against the outer wall, doing his best to conceal his figure in the shadows.
Fortunately, the female doctor did not peer outside after opening the window, but instead turned to open another window.
Fang Cheng pricked up his ears, listening to the various sounds, large and small, emanating from the room.
Intermittent beeping sounds were heard.
Clearly, the doctors performing the tests were leaving the lab one after another by swiping their cards.
A few minutes later, only the sound of one person’s breathing could be heard.
There must be an on-call doctor remaining.
Shortly after, the sound of water gushing from the faucet in the adjacent bathroom could be heard.
Fang Cheng’s gaze sharpened, and at once, he exerted force with his arms, leaping up and grabbing the upper edge of the windowsill.
He then quickly entered the room like a cat, rolling onto the floor in a shoulder flip without making a sound.
Then crouching down, he looked around.
His glance swiftly swept through the room, first ensuring there were no caras.
Usually, in sensitive research project labs like this one, to prevent data leaks and ensure information security, they would not be equipped with surveillance caras.
This saved Fang Cheng a lot of trouble.
He then looked at the various unfamiliar instrunts and equipnt on the operation table.
Luckily, the lab’s 6S visual managent seed well implented, with clear labels and planned divisions for each area.
"Sample reception area, result verification area, blood storage area..."
His gaze scanned the labeled areas one by one, listening to the continuous sound of running water from the bathroom, Fang Cheng wasted no ti and started a thorough search.
He began with the sample reception area.
There he saw many vacuum blood tubes placed in several receptacle boxes.
Under the lighting, the blood shimred with a dark red luster through the glass.
Each tube was labeled with the corresponding blood collection information, including the nas of the individuals examined and sample numbers.
Fang Cheng’s mind instantly settled down, and he silently activated the Speed Reading Skill.
As his eyes moved rapidly, his gaze scanned across the opened receptacle boxes like a laser.
In just eight seconds, the labels of the hundreds of blood tubes in the sample reception area were all imprinted into his mind.
However, Fang Cheng felt a slight sinking feeling in his heart.
He had not found the target object he anticipated.
Imdiately after, he turned his gaze to the "result verification area".
Once again using the Speed Reading Skill, he quickly checked all the blood samples awaiting verification.
This ti, he successfully found his and Wen Xin’s blood tubes without disappointnt.
"Whew..."
Fang Cheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, if he had waited until the results were confird tomorrow and moved to the storage area, even if he had replaced the blood samples, the associated data might already have been reported.
At that mont, the sound of flushing water ca from the bathroom.
It seed that the on-call doctor had just finished attending to a personal matter.
Fang Cheng quickly placed his and Wen Xin’s blood tubes into his shoulder bag.
Then, he took out two identical standard blood tubes from the bag.
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