I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

Chen Zheng looked at An Ran, his lips moved, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Some things don't need to be said.

The latter didn't ask any further questions and turned to walk towards the door.

An Ran stopped when she opened the door, but didn't turn around.

"Remember to change the water in your thermos when it gets cold."

After saying that, he opened the door and went out.

The door was gently closed.

Chen Zheng stood by the window, looking at the thermos on the table. After a while, he reached out and picked it up.

Unscrew the lid, and the goji berry water inside was indeed completely cooled.

He poured out the cold water, poured himself a hot cup, screwed the cap on, and stood by the window for a long time.

Behind the flower bed downstairs, Jianpan and Li Yue huddled behind the bushes, peeking at the third-floor window.

"Did you see that?" Li Yue waved her hands anxiously.

"Saw nothing, the curtains weren't even open," Keyboard shook his head. "But Sister Anran has already come out."

"You're out? How do you look?"

Keyboard squinted for a while, then said uncertainly, "It seems... she didn't cry?"

Li Yue breathed a sigh of relief and plopped down on the edge of the flower bed.

"It's good that you didn't cry, it's good that you didn't cry."

Keyboard looked at the sky, then at the window on the third floor.

"Let's go back. Remember, don't ask anything, don't say anything, and pretend nothing happened."

Li Yue nodded, and the two climbed out from behind the flower bed, dusted themselves off, and walked back to their room as if nothing had happened.

That night.

Anran returned to room 417 on the fourth floor and sat alone on the bed.

She didn't turn on the light.

The light from the streetlights outside shone through the window.

Her eyes were still red, but she didn't shed a single tear.

The words Chen Zheng had spoken while standing by the window kept echoing in my mind.

"There are some things we cannot do."

He spoke these words with a very serious tone, completely unlike his usual nonchalant demeanor when he held a thermos.

He was nothing like the ruthless, devilish instructor he was on the training field.

At that moment, Chen Zheng was just an ordinary man.

Anran buried her face in the pillow and chuckled softly.

Fool.

You big idiot.

She lifted her head from under the pillow, took out her phone, and scrolled to her chat with Chen Zheng.

After thinking for a moment, I typed four more words.

"Has the water been changed?"

After sending the message, she held her phone to her chest, and her heart began to race again.

Ten seconds later, the phone vibrated.

Chen Zheng replied with two words: "Changed."

An Ran stared at those two words for a long time, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve up.

She put her phone next to her pillow, turned over, facing the wall, and pulled the blanket up to her chin.

When I closed my eyes, the weight that had been pressing on my heart for days finally lifted.

Let's wait.

I am never afraid to wait.

At worst, we can just wait until they both retire!

In the next room, Li Yue lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

She pulled her phone out from under her pillow and opened the photo album.

After swiping through several photos, I stopped at an old one.

The photo is not very clear and has a low resolution; it must have been taken several years ago with an old mobile phone.

In the video, a middle-aged man sits at a roadside repair stall, holding a wrench and grinning.

After a rather awkward smile, a row of uneven teeth was revealed.

But his legs were bent and deformed.

The knees are noticeably turned outwards, and the trouser legs are loose.

Li Qiangguo.

A retired veteran from a border defense unit in Northwest China.

Because of years of duty in the extremely cold environment of the plateau, his knee cartilage has severely degenerated, and his joints are so deformed that he can hardly walk.

After being discharged from the army, he set up a car repair stall in his hometown, making a living by patching tires and changing chains.

Every time Li Yue called home, her father would say, "You're fine, it doesn't hurt anymore."

But Li Yue knew he was lying.

Because her dad always sits during video calls and never stands up.

She stared at the photo for a long time.

Today in the lab, she also saw her father's name on the computer screen.

Chen Zheng didn't say anything to her, not a single word.

But he is doing it.

He's using all the resources at his disposal to do it.

Li Yue sniffed, exited the photo album, and opened the chat box with the keyboard.

"Have you got the lab results yet?"

The keyboard returned a single word: "Wait."

Li Yue held her phone to her chest, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

and so on.

She knew this word very well.

She has been waiting all her life.

She waits until her father's leg heals, until life becomes easier, and until she has the ability to change everything.

Now, she finally felt that there was real hope behind this word "wait".

The following morning, in the laboratory.

Chen Zheng stood in front of the whiteboard with a marker in hand, flanked by Zhou Jingtang and Fang Zhiyuan.

The whiteboard was covered with densely drawn molecular structures.

The three of them were discussing a set of new data that had appeared on the keyboard yesterday: the results of a cross-comparison between Li Yue's gene pathway and the active ingredient in Lanmeng.

Chen Zheng put down his marker and pointed to a set of data circled in red in the middle of the whiteboard.

"This indole alkaloid activated the BMPR2 signaling pathway under simulated conditions."

"The activation direction is highly consistent with the pathway of articular cartilage regeneration."

Simply put, this ingredient in Blue Dream may stimulate the body to grow new cartilage.

The lab erupted in chaos.

Zhou Jingtang frowned deeply, took half a step forward, and stared intently at the data on the whiteboard.

"Are you sure? This activation efficiency..."

"OK, we ran it in the model three times, and the results were consistent."

Fang Zhiyuan was even more excited than Zhou Jingtang.

He stood up abruptly from the stool, rushed to the whiteboard, snatched the marker from Chen Zheng's hand, and began drawing formulas on the blank space of the whiteboard.

"If this pathway can be verified, then the treatment of degenerative joint diseases will no longer need to rely on replacement surgery... This is regenerative medicine!"

Zhou Jingtang took off his reading glasses, wiped them, put them back on, and looked at the numbers on the whiteboard three times over.

Shen Ling was taking notes rapidly in her notebook.

The young researchers in the lab also gathered around, discussing the matter animatedly.

Xu Jiaming stood at the back of the crowd, his lips pressed tightly together, not saying a word, but his eyes were always fixed on the data on the whiteboard.

He knew better than anyone what this data meant.

This means that Chen Zheng's original idea of ​​"using Blue Dream ingredient for targeted activation" has come to fruition.

At least in theory, there is absolutely no problem.

The commotion lasted less than two minutes before Chen Zheng's voice rang out again.

"Don't be too happy yet."

Everyone stopped moving.

Chen Zheng walked back to the whiteboard and tapped a set of red numbers in the lower right corner with his pen.

"There is an outlier in this set of data: the concentration of the intermediate metabolite at the C3 position is almost four times higher than the theoretically predicted value."

Zhou Jingtang's smile froze.

Fang Zhiyuan stopped drawing the route map.

Can you just say it all in one go, without any plot twists?