Doting on the Masked Wife

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A young man was writhing in pain on the cork-covered floor. The pain caused him to scratch his throat with his fingers, leaving long bloody scars on his neck, staining the white sick marks on his body. Clothes.

His face was already swollen like fermented steamed buns, the skin on his face became thin and transparent, and the blue-red blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible one by one, which looked horrible and disgusting.

In order to prevent him from self-harm, the lab has removed everything in the isolation room that could make people suicidal, and everything with a sharp angle has been removed.The floor is covered with thick cork cushions, and the four walls and even the ceiling are all specially treated for soft touch, in order to prevent patients from committing suicide by hitting the walls.

Across the thick special bulletproof glass, wearing a mask and gloves, the fully armed Han Qingyi stood coldly on this side, looking at the howling patients in the isolation room, without a trace of sympathy or pity on his face. The woman even showed a trace of cold-blooded boredom in her elegant and charming eyes.

"Failed again."

Xiuya's lips behind the mask coldly dropped these words, and he turned around and walked out of the huge white room without looking back.

The director of the research institute followed behind him cautiously, and wiped his forehead with his hand dripping with cold sweat.

Han Qingyi walked to the office coldly, and then took off one mask. Xiuya raised the corner of her eyes, and looked at the director of the research institute angrily: "It's been half a year, and there is no progress at all, and the research has been stagnant. , What are you guys busy with every day? Just let me watch a half-dead cripple?!"

The director of the research institute nodded and bowed again and again: "Young Director, it's not that we don't try our best, it's really... It's hard to break through the bottleneck for a while, it's just a little bit, really just a little bit..."

Han Qingyi was extremely tired of hearing his promise.

He looked at the director of the institute coldly: "I'll give you another three months, if you can't find the key to a breakthrough..."

The director of the research institute had more cold sweat on his forehead: "Yes, yes, yes... Young Director, we have worked hard to find someone with a special physique who can withstand the experiment, but it always fails..."

"I don't want to hear any of your reasons," Han Qingyi Xiuya's eyes flashed a bloodthirsty murderous look, she looked like a wild beast eager to find its prey, and there was no trace of gentleness and gentleness in her whole body. "If you can't find it, find it for me!"

The cruelty in his eyes was deeper: "Or do you want to be the one to be tested?"

The director of the research institute was taken aback for a moment, and his legs gave way and he almost knelt down: "No, no, no, Young Director, please trust me, I will do my best to complete your task! I will definitely..."