Chapter 17 Accident_1

"Those who are not of our kin, their hearts must be different."

Today, Qin Ming taught Jerry a lesson, and the researchers at the base were simultaneously surprised and secretly frightened upon hearing that the experimental monkeys actually gathered to rebel.

It was fortunate that Dr. Qin had arrived; otherwise, these scientists, weak as they were, might have really found themselves in over their heads.

Why didn't anyone else notice, and only Dr. Qin did?

The people in the lab looked at Qin Ming with eyes full of wonder.

No one could understand it; they could only credit it to Dr. Qin's brain being more intelligent than theirs.

Different from them, in the crowd, Calvin's eyes flashed with an almost imperceptible worry, and his heart was uneasy.

The secret of the fifth level, had he already found out about it?

Seeing that Dr. Qin's expression was as usual, the old professor's anxious heart temporarily settled down.

Time, like a monster with legs, ran swiftly. In the meantime, several interesting events occurred at the base, such as Anna discovering the love letter written by Ross, whose bashful demeanor let people at the base know that even this seemingly cold-hearted tough guy had such an adorable side.

He would often sit dumbfounded in a corner on the first level, watching Tom's two dogs play happily, a face full of envy and longing.

News from Jim had already arrived. Lisa was on a beautiful farm in a village, accompanied by a cute little girl.

That girl was about a year old, and, by all indications, she was undoubtedly Ross's daughter.

Qin Ming actually envied Ross's love a bit, wishing love were as simple as studying.

Having lived through two lifetimes, he had never experienced love, which was quite sad if one thought about it. Having lived for several decades, he was still a pure-hearted young man.

A girlfriend drawn in by empty promises would never truly belong to one's self, and the one who had been with him for less than a month ran off with a wealthy man.

He shared this news with Ross and gave him the precise address of the farm.

The usually impassive Ross now had an ecstatic look on his face, exclaiming excitedly,

"Really? This is the best news I've ever heard! Thank you, Doctor!"

Excited, Ross took a step forward, wanting to hug Qin Ming.

Facing the muscle-bound man with a penchant for forceful embraces, Qin Ming nonchalantly stepped back to avoid his advance.

"All right, Ross, I promised I would find Lisa, and I'm just keeping my word," Qin Ming said.

"Go on, Ross. Apart from your fiancée, you're going to find other unexpected surprises."

"More surprises?"

"You'll know when you get there."

Ross left the base driving quickly, his heart filled with curiosity and joy.

Qin Ming's gaze followed the direction of his departure, and just below his line of sight, a clear countdown was displayed.

168:51:33

With only seven days left, a hint of anxiety appeared in his heart. The progress of the Immunotherapy project was still painfully slow.

Having been in this world for nearly a month, with time slipping by, Qin Ming felt his body growing weaker.

Cancer cells, undeterred, were plundering his nutrients and claiming his body. Even with painkillers, he often felt bouts of internal pain.

Had it not been for the lab's targeted medicine slowing down the disease, he might already be lying on a hospital bed, his belly swollen with ascites and his body emaciated.

Targeted medication is hard-pressed to cure cancer, especially when late-stage cells metastasize everywhere, corroding the entire body.

To survive, he needed to rely on Immunotherapy or nanobots from a science fiction world.

With this in mind, Qin Ming hastily entered the laboratory and immersed himself in the Immunotherapy project.

A day later, as he emerged from his research, he tried to call Ross only to find that the connection failed.

This was unusual; Ross usually answered his calls immediately.

Could something unexpected have happened?

Considering this possibility, Qin Ming immediately had Jim and his companion who were still outside return to the town to check the situation.

Several hours later, news from Jim arrived: there were quite a few police at the farm, and it looked as though a fierce fight had taken place.

Ross and Lisa were nowhere to be seen.

Clearly, they had encountered trouble.

With Qin Ming's assistance, Jim and his partner quickly discovered that the deed was likely done by a masked gang that had kidnapped Ross to a factory.

Qin Ming ordered Jim and his partner to scout the location and admonished them to be cautious in their actions, and if anything seemed wrong, to get in touch with him immediately.

Upon receiving the message, Jim instructed his companion to stay outside while he went in alone, reasoning that if something went wrong, at least one person could signal the base.

In the dead of night, he cautiously snuck in by himself.

The factory, long abandoned, cast an opaque darkness, yet faint light could be discerned from inside.

Jim made his way along the wall up to the factory roof, and peering through a crevice, he discovered an unexpected scene: the place was crawling with people, and not just a few. Eavesdropping for a while, he surmised this was likely a significant hideout for some gang.

Continuing his search for Ross, he held his breath and concentrated, trying to make no noise at all.

Inside the factory, a muscular man hung isolated on a metal frame, his clothes ragged and his body covered with fresh blood. His head hung low as if lifeless.

Jim nearly didn't recognize the man, but on closer inspection, he realized it was Ross. Seeing no one around, he hesitated, wondering whether to risk a solo rescue mission, when suddenly he heard someone approaching.

A portly, middle-aged man came striding in, followed by several thuggish-looking men, and they gathered around Ross.

"Haha, Ross, I never expected we'd run into each other," the middle-aged man laughed, his beady eyes narrowing as he looked at Ross with a gaze as venomous as that of a cobra.

At that moment, Ross, bound by several steel cables, was tied to a black metal frame, his muscles marked by bloody grooves, like a declawed tiger displayed for public viewing in a zoo.