Sticking to Mr.Chairman in This Life

"Hmm." Xu Yang nodded, not denying, but when his gaze rested on the experimental record, a complex emotion fleetingly crossed his eyes.

At that moment, Su Ge put down the record book, "Senior, do the patients with mental disorders you encounter during internships ever fully recover?"

In their department’s research, mental disorders were considered the most challenging.

Given that the survival rate of patients in each internship period was less than ten percent, it was very likely zero percent for patients with mental disorders.

Xu Yang quickly confirmed Su Ge’s guess.

"No."

The survival rate for patients with special psychological disorders is zero.

General mental disorders are difficult to cure, let alone special psychological disorders.

Their club had not yet reached the level of curing special psychological disorders.

Even though Su Ge had anticipated this, she was still somewhat stunned by Xu Yang’s straightforward answer.

She stared blankly at Xu Yang, who looked back at her calmly, as if time had stopped.

The door of the lab opened again, and including Qi Fei, the last few people entered.

"Little Ge, you recovered from your illness so quickly?" As soon as Qi Fei saw Su Ge, he hurried over like he had discovered a new continent, sizing her up and down, "Not bad, it looks like you’re okay now. Indeed, girls are more delicate, even getting hospitalized from exhaustion. Little Ge, you need to rest more from now on."

"Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother Qi."

Su Ge turned her head towards Qi Fei and forced a smile, then picked up the record book on the table again and asked Xu Yang, "Senior Xu, may I borrow this to take a closer look?"

"Of course." Xu Yang maintained his composure.

Su Ge nodded her head and took the record book back to her seat.

"What is it?" Qi Fei only saw the interaction between the two but couldn’t understand anything.

What did Little Ge borrow from Xu Yang?

"Experimental records, I can lend them to you as well," Xu Yang said, glancing indifferently at Qi Fei.

"Jeez, what’s so interesting about that? Besides, I wouldn’t understand what you’ve written anyway."

Qi Fei shook his head and turned back to his own area.

Xu Yang had always been particularly interested in experiments relating to psychological disorders. Originally, psychological diseases were not researched in their club because of their difficulty, but they were added due to Xu Yang’s request — although apart from Xu Yang, no one else was interested.

For every case of psychological disorder, Xu Yang was responsible alone.

Mainly because they were helpless about it!

Su Ge reviewed Xu Yang’s experimental records several times, continually pondering how to fill in the gaps in the records, but the problems that even Xu Yang could not solve were obviously not easy to resolve.

Unable to figure out a solution, Su Ge had to return the record book to Xu Yang and continued with other experiments.

Outside, the autumn became richer, as beautiful as a poem.

Yet, inside the dimly lit laboratory, the busyness was relentless.

"This patient doesn’t have much time left, let’s give up."

Wan Houyi put down a syringe in his hand, helplessly holding his head.

After over a dozen experiments with no progress, it was simply a waste of time.

"Let’s give up," Qi Fei sent a sympathetic look and then glanced at his own recent experimental results, rubbing his temples with a headache, "Mine’s hopeless too."

For a moment, no one in the laboratory spoke, the atmosphere heavy.

"Have you all forgotten the purpose of our lab?" Xu Yang’s stern voice sounded.