75: Chapter 75 Oh no! She even changed her clothes.

In the study, Zhao Yang pulled a thick stack of printed paper from his briefcase and pushed it in front of Bai Xiaohe.

"You're studying biochemistry, right?"

"Yes, mainly the synthesis of hemoglobin."

Zhao Yang gave a sheepish smile. "I really don't know much about this. But these materials should also be in the field of biochemistry. You take a look first."

Bai Xiaohe nodded and picked up the water glass on the table, taking a sip of plain water—this was her habit before entering a work state. Then she lowered her head and turned to the first page.

After reading only two pages, her expression changed.

Her lips pressed tighter and tighter, and her breathing gradually quickened. The speed of her page-turning became slower and slower, as if every sheet of paper weighed a thousand catties.

Zhao Yang leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth curling up imperceptibly.

Ever since he obtained that one-cubic-meter portable space, he had redeemed quite a bit of technological data from the System, just waiting for the right moment to bring it out. Hongdou Technology was currently pushing forward with a new generation of batteries, panels, and memory, and the one in Bai Xiaohe's hands right now was something he had specially prepared for her.

This thing could not only benefit Dragon, but also had a great chance of completely changing her fate of leaving the country in sorrow.

"Oh my god!"

Bai Xiaohe suddenly let out an exclamation, her hand trembling violently.

Splash.

The water glass was knocked over, and a full glass of plain water spilled out.

"Oh no!" She exclaimed. Her first reaction wasn't to avoid the water, but to grab the materials and hold them high, carefully checking them once before letting out a long sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, thank goodness, it didn't get wet. You scared me to death..."

She was only focused on the materials and didn't notice at all that her white gauze long dress was stained with a large patch of water. The wet fabric clung to her skin, becoming almost translucent. Beneath the skirt, her skin tone was vaguely visible, and even the outline of her white inner wear was faintly discernible.

Zhao Yang gave a dry cough and averted his gaze. "Xiaohe, the materials are copies, it doesn't matter. You should... go change your clothes first."

Bai Xiaohe looked down, and her face instantly flushed red. She quickly said "Wait a moment" and hurried out of the study with her head bowed.

Bai Xiaohe came out of her room after changing into a pair of casual pants, just in time to bump into Yang Jingqiu, who was carrying a plate of fruit upstairs.

"Mom, give it to me." She reached out and took the tray.

Yang Jingqiu looked at her daughter. "Why are you here? Where's Zhao Yang?"

"In the study." Bai Xiaohe said, then turned and left.

Yang Jingqiu noticed she had changed into casual pants—suddenly feeling a jolt, she turned and hurried downstairs, grabbing Bai Erru's arm. "Old Bai, something's wrong!"

"What's the matter?" Bai Erru put down his teacup.

"I just went upstairs to deliver fruit and saw Xiaohe coming out of her room; she even changed her clothes!"

Bai Erru's expression immediately became complicated. "Xiaohe... was there anything unusual?"

"No, she was just in a hurry to get back to the study and didn't seem to want to talk to me." Yang Jingqiu frowned deeply. "Could it be that she... is too embarrassed to say anything?"

"Hiss." Bai Erru gasped. "That shouldn't be, this is too fast. Let's go, let's go up and take a look."

"Take a look?"

Bai Erru held back for a long time. "Outside the study... let's listen."

Bai Xiaohe carried the fruit back to the study, wiped the desk clean, and couldn't wait to pick up the materials to continue reading.

A few minutes later, she closed the materials and looked up, her expression more serious than ever before.

"Zhao Yang, where did this come from?" Her voice was very low. "As far as I know, these contents are not in any publicly available literature, either domestic or foreign."

Zhao Yang's expression didn't change. "A friend who does business abroad gave it to me. The source was a private laboratory that had already gone bankrupt—it was because they were researching this thing that their capital chain broke, and the boss owed a mountain of debt. In order to pay off the debt, he sold it to my friend."

Bai Xiaohe was silent for a long while before slowly speaking. "Although my major isn't perfectly aligned, I can tell you responsibly—this medicine has immense significance. It has the potential to... create history in eradicating viral hepatitis."

What Zhao Yang gave her was exactly what was known in later generations as the "miracle drug for Hepatitis C," Sofosbuvir—no, it was an upgraded version. It included the full set of compound synthesis routes, preparation processes, and complete pharmacological experimental data. Compared to the original version from his past life, the upgraded version produced by the System could not only cure Hepatitis C, but also had an eighty percent cure rate for Hepatitis B.

Zhao Yang nodded. "The boss of that laboratory said that more than one institution is researching this direction, and some may already be close to success. He reminded my friend to register the patent as soon as possible, so as not to be beaten to it by others."

Bai Xiaohe stared at him. "Such an important thing, why would you show it to me?"

"First, your major is relevant, and I trust you not to leak the secret." Zhao Yang paused. "Second, because your surname is Bai."

Bai Xiaohe suddenly covered her mouth, letting out a muffled exclamation.

Outside the door.

Bai Erru and Yang Jingqiu, who were eavesdropping, exchanged a glance and pushed the door open together.

In the study, Zhao Yang and Bai Xiaohe were sitting upright at the desk, with a full half-arm's width between them. Four pairs of eyes looked straight at the door.

Bai Erru was stunned.

Yang Jingqiu was also stunned.

It seemed... not quite what they had imagined.

"Uncle Bai? Auntie?" Zhao Yang looked puzzled. "Is something the matter?"

Yang Jingqiu squeezed out a smile. "No, nothing, we just came to see if you'd finished the fruit."

To see the fruit? Zhao Yang's eye twitched—this excuse was too sloppy!

"Let's go, Old Bai." Yang Jingqiu was so embarrassed her toes were curling in her shoes, and she pulled Bai Erru out.

"Uncle Bai, wait a moment." Zhao Yang called him back and smiled. "There happens to be something I'd like to discuss with you."

Bai Xiaohe also spoke up. "Dad, there really is something we need to discuss with you."

Bai Erru couldn't help but mutter to himself—it wouldn't really be about the marriage, would it? So fast?

He still stayed behind, sat down on the chair next to Bai Xiaohe, and cleared his throat. "What is it?"

Zhao Yang made a "please" gesture towards Bai Xiaohe. "You say it, you're the professional."

Bai Xiaohe nodded, her fingers pressing gently on the stack of materials, her expression serious. "Dad, this is the complete documentation for a new medicine. It includes the principles, preparation methods, and the results of efficacy experiments."

"A new medicine?" Bai Erru's body jolted, and he looked sharply at Zhao Yang. "You even research this?"

Zhao Yang quickly waved his hand. "A friend abroad got it from a bankrupt private laboratory."

Bai Erru breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his daughter again. "What type of medicine?"

Bai Xiaohe took a deep breath. "A medicine with a cure rate for Hepatitis C approaching one hundred percent, and a cure rate for Hepatitis B reaching eighty percent."

Bai Erru stood up with a start.

His whole body was trembling, and his voice was out of tune. "Is... is this true?"

"Dad, based on my professional judgment, this data is real."

Bai Erru stared at the stack of printed paper on the table, his lips moving several times before he could struggle to squeeze out the words: "Zhao Yang... do you know what this means?"

Zhao Yang looked at him quietly. "I know. That's why I came."

Bai Erru was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up, staring at Zhao Yang with burning eyes. His voice carried a weight that allowed for no ambiguity: "Zhao Yang, tell me the truth. Where did this thing actually come from? This is definitely not some 'friend gave it to you' thing! No one would unconditionally hand over something like this to another person to verify."

Zhao Yang was stunned for a moment, then gave a self-deprecating smile. "Uncle Bai is indeed an old Jianghu hand."