192: Chapter 192 RC Cells

Chapter 192 rc cells

"Is there any problem?"

"Look, the rc cells index in this blood sample is significantly higher than normal."

"It's quite normal to have deviations in blood test data. Use the hematology analyzer and immunoassay analyzer to run other tests and compare the parameters."

"Also, do not report all sample data today for the time being. To be cautious, I must check it again."

"Alright, Senior Brother Zheng..."

"Alright, Professor Zheng."

In the brightly lit room, the voices of conversation among several people could be heard from time to time, both men and women.

It seemed like a group of doctors working overtime late at night, doing laboratory tests.

Fang Cheng lay outside the windowsill, listening silently.

He had already determined in his heart that this was the target he was looking for—the blood testing laboratory.

If nothing unexpected happened, the blood samples collected from the Jiuchang Street physical examination center today should also have been transported here for centralized testing.

There were many people inside right now, and the windows were tightly shut, making it temporarily impossible to enter.

Fang Cheng was not anxious, just waiting quietly.

Remembering the laboratory operating procedures from his school days, ventilation and air exchange were mandatory before and after using the laboratory and at regular intervals.

Because experiments often generated various harmful gases and volatile organic solvents, failing to ventilate in time could affect the health of the personnel inside.

He believed the blood testing laboratory should have similar guidelines.

Of course, if that really didn't work out,

Fang Cheng could also choose to find the stairwell or bathroom window and sneak in secretly.

It was impossible for all those places to be completely sealed.

It would just require taking a few more detours, which was a bit troublesome and would therefore increase the chance of his whereabouts being discovered.

Therefore, Fang Cheng preferred to wait a little longer.

Just like that, amidst the howling cold wind and the enveloping night,

Fang Cheng grabbed the windowsill with both hands, hanging his body outside the wall dozens of meters high in the air, holding his breath and waiting intently.

Finally.

After 11 o'clock, the opportunity arrived.

The doctors in the laboratory were preparing to get off work and rest.

Before leaving, Professor Zheng gave a few instructions regarding related matters, including cleaning up reagents and checking ventilation equipment.

A female doctor responded and then walked towards the windowsill.

Hearing the footsteps, Fang Cheng's gaze flickered slightly, and he instantly released his ten fingers, his figure suddenly sinking downwards.

He did not fall down because of this, but at the critical moment, he grabbed the drip line along the lower edge of the windowsill.

A mere centimeter in width, an extremely narrow gap, unexpectedly bore a body weighing over two hundred catties.

Fang Cheng's fingertips were like iron pliers, firmly locking onto this only support point.

Clinging tightly to the outer wall in a suspended posture, he tried his best to hide his figure in the shadows.

Fortunately, after opening the window, the female doctor did not poke her head out to look, but immediately turned around to open another window.

Fang Cheng pricked up his ears, listening to the various large and small movements coming from the room.

Beep and beep sounds rang out from time to time.

Obviously, those doctors doing testing work were swiping their cards one after another to leave the laboratory.

A few minutes later, only the sound of one person's breathing reached his ears.

There should be a doctor on duty remaining behind.

Soon, the rushing sound of a turned-on faucet rang out from the adjacent bathroom.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, then his arms exerted force, he leaped forward, and grabbed the upper edge of the windowsill once again.

Immediately afterwards, he darted into the room swiftly like a civet cat, and with a shoulder roll posture, rolled silently onto the floor.

Then, crouching halfway, he raised his head to look around.

Sweeping his gaze around abruptly, he first ruled out the presence of security cameras.

Generally speaking, laboratories involving such sensitive research projects would not install surveillance in order to avoid data leakage and ensure information security.

This actually saved Fang Cheng a lot of trouble.

He then looked at the completely unfamiliar instruments and equipment on the console.

Fortunately, the 6S visual management of this laboratory seemed to be done quite well, with each area clearly labeled and marked for planning and distinction.

"Sample Receiving Area, Result Review Area, Blood Storage Area..."

Sweeping his gaze across the marked areas one by one and listening to the continuous sound of running water from the bathroom, Fang Cheng stopped delaying and immediately searched carefully.

Starting first with the Sample Receiving Area.

He saw vacuum blood collection tubes placed in multiple storage boxes.

Under the light, the blood emitted a faint dark red luster through the glass.

The surface of each tube was pasted with relevant blood collection information, marking the name of the examinee and the sample number.

Fang Cheng's mind instantly settled down, silently activating the Speed Reading skill.

As his eyeballs spun rapidly, his line of sight scanned the opened storage boxes one after another like a laser.

In just eight seconds, the label information of up to hundreds of blood collection tubes in the Sample Receiving Area was all imprinted in his mind.

However, Fang Cheng's heart sank slightly.

Because he did not find the expected target object among them.

Soon, he cast his gaze towards the "Result Review Area".

Using the Speed Reading skill once again, he quickly checked all the blood samples pending review.

This time, living up to expectations, he successfully found the blood collection tubes belonging to himself and Wen Xin.

"Whew..."

Fang Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, if he had waited until tomorrow when the review was finalized and they were transferred to the storage area, even if he replaced the blood samples, the relevant data would probably have already been reported.

At this moment, the flushing sound of a toilet rang out from the bathroom.

The doctor on duty seemed to have just finished dealing with personal business.

Fang Cheng quickly put his and Wen Xin's blood collection tubes into his cross-body bag.

Then he pulled out two almost identical standard-issue blood collection tubes from it.

These were obtained with the help of Ma Donghe, acting as counterfeits to replace the genuine ones.

As for the blood samples inside, they were naturally drawn from his group of brothers.

The only flaw was that the handwriting was slightly different.

But under normal circumstances, as long as no abnormalities were exposed, no one would pay such careful attention.

Just as Fang Cheng was carefully placing the two counterfeits into the tray,

a burst of footsteps suddenly came from outside the laboratory door.

Then, with a "beep" sound,

it seemed someone had returned after leaving and was swiping a card to open the door.

Fang Cheng quickly restored all the opened storage boxes to their places, then flipped over and jumped out of the window.

Click.

Along with the sound of the access control opening, a person walked in quietly.

Fang Cheng did not leave immediately; instead, he lay outside the windowsill, secretly observing who had suddenly returned to the laboratory.

In order to confirm that his whereabouts had not been discovered.

Through the expanded field of vision provided by Eagle Eye Vision, a gentle-looking, wearing-glasses middle-aged man came into view.

He was seen walking quickly to the console, similarly opening the storage box in the Result Review Area, and rummaging through it for something.

From time to time, he raised his head to glance at the direction of the bathroom, his expression appearing rather abnormal.

Peeking from outside the window, Fang Cheng found that he was successively picking out a few blood collection tubes from the storage box and putting them into the cross-body bag he was carrying one by one.

Among them were the two counterfeits he had just replaced.

Then, he took out some other blood samples from the bag that seemed to have been prepared in advance, and quickly plugged them back into the empty spaces in the storage box.

This sneaky look was simply identical to someone earlier.

"What does this guy want to do?"

Fang Cheng watched speechlessly. Just as doubts arose in his heart, another voice sounded.

"Senior Brother Zheng, why are you back?"

It was the female doctor on duty who had finished dealing with her business in the bathroom and walked out again.

Seeing the blood collection tubes in that person's hand and the sight exposed in the bag, she vaguely realized something and couldn't help opening her mouth in surprise:

"What are you..."

Upon seeing this, Professor Zheng suddenly strode forward, casually grabbed a stainless steel tray, and smashed it toward the other's head.

Clang!

Suffering a heavy blow, the female doctor's head was instantly bloodied. Before she could cry out, she stumbled and fell.

Fearing that the force of the tray was not enough, Professor Zheng immediately stepped forward and hit her two more times.

The movements were fierce and neat, and the expression was ferocious and distorted, forming a sharp contrast with his original gentle and refined image.

"Without a single error, first, first, inside, content, in, look one by one!"

Fang Cheng looked in astonishment at this sudden scene before him.

He didn't know why this person took such a desperate risk, actually resorting to murdering his colleague just to take away the blood samples.

He saw the professor surnamed Zheng drop the weapon in his hand with a clang, his mouth continuously letting out heavy gasps.

After a short while, he tidied up the scene somewhat flusteredly, and then immediately turned and walked out the door.

Fang Cheng, lurking outside the window, secretly stared at the other's back, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Although what this person took away was only the counterfeit he had just replaced.

However, these things still had to be snatched back, and this person had to die!

Even, there were other people who might exist behind him.

Because there were not that many coincidences in the world.

This professor surnamed Zheng had obviously discovered the unusual aspects of himself and Wen Xin through testing long ago.

Therefore, his secret replacement of the blood samples this time must harbor ulterior motives.

However, Fang Cheng could not choose to make a move in the laboratory.

If two doctors had an accident here together, the military would inevitably be able to make a judgment, thinking that someone sneaked in secretly, replaced the blood samples, or tampered with the test data, and committed murder upon being accidentally discovered.

By then, whether suspicion fell on anyone's head or a physical examination and blood draw were conducted again, things would become even more troublesome and dangerous.

This scapegoat, he must never take the blame for the other party.

Waiting until Professor Zheng turned off the access control and walked out of the laboratory, Fang Cheng quickly climbed over the windowsill and returned to the room.

Then he walked quickly to the bloody female doctor lying on the ground, probed her breath with his finger, and found she still had a weak breath.

"Not dead..."

Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

With this eyewitness around, it would be much easier to handle.

After retrieving his and Wen Xin's blood samples, he would create some commotion so that others would discover the female doctor lying on the ground.

Then, he would logically guide the direction of the military's investigation to focus on the other blood samples hidden on that professor surnamed Zheng.

In this way, he could perfectly clear all suspicions and stay out of the matter.

Having quickly formulated a plan in his mind, Fang Cheng swiftly fished out an access card from the female doctor's pocket.

Then he swiped the card using her identity to open the laboratory door.

Outside the corridor, the lights appeared very dim.

This floor should belong to the office area, with no wards set up, so no medical staff were seen.

At the midnight hour, all rooms were tightly shut, and other staff members had long since left.

Except for the bizarre and creepy cries vaguely coming from downstairs, the entire floor appeared extremely empty and quiet.

Fang Cheng swept his gaze abruptly, locked onto the target's figure, and then tiptoed, chasing after him silently.

The Rehabilitation Center was very large, and the hallway was also particularly long.

It was fine during the day, but at night, after most of the lights were turned off, looking out, the corridor was like a very, very long tunnel with no end in sight.

"Clatter", "clatter".

Professor Zheng walked ahead, his leather shoes stepping on the tiles exceptionally loudly.

Fang Cheng trailed behind, walking quickly for two steps and pausing slowly for one.

Sometimes lightly leaping to bypass the surveillance range of the cameras deployed in the hallway.

Sometimes hiding in the shadows of the corners, intentionally avoiding the soldiers stationed and patrolling around.

There was an important blood testing laboratory on this office floor, so guard forces would definitely not be lacking.

In Fang Cheng's field of vision, he could clearly see dynamic images hidden nearby.

After using Eagle Eye Vision, possessing an ultra-long visual range and ultra-wide viewing angle, he could scout the surrounding environment faster and lock onto the hunting target.

Even though there was extremely tight defense force on the floor.

Relying on skill effects and extraordinary agility attributes, Fang Cheng could always brush past others just right without being easily detected.

Even if he appeared in the surveillance footage, it was like a phantom flashing by, only making people's eyes blur before disappearing instantly.

Not only was his jumping speed extremely fast and his landing silent, but even his breathing and heartbeat were reduced to an extremely low level.

The whole person was like a ghost fleeing into the darkness, making it difficult to capture a trace of abnormal movement.

Soon, Professor Zheng walked to the exit of the hallway.

At this moment, two armed patrolling soldiers walked towards him from the opposite direction. Seeing him coming, they greeted him immediately:

"Professor Zheng, getting off work so late, you've worked hard."

Through long-term working interactions, they were obviously very familiar with each other.

"You guys have worked hard too."

Professor Zheng squeezed a smile on his face, responded with barely forced composure, and couldn't help tightening his right hand on the cross-body bag he was carrying on his back.

The soldiers simply greeted him, did not search him, and did not continue chatting.

Professor Zheng then walked towards the elevator lobby ahead.

Just as the two sides brushed past each other, a dark shadow suddenly flashed vaguely.

"Eh."

One of the soldiers became alert, instantly turned his head, and looked around in all directions.

However, apart from Professor Zheng's leaving figure and footsteps, there was no other movement.

Seeing this, the other soldier asked:

"What's wrong, did you see something?"

"Nothing..."

The soldier shook his head doubtfully: "I think my eyes played tricks on me."

Although he said that, his heart was still uneasy.

The dark shadow he saw just now was like a fast-cut shot, suddenly appearing and suddenly disappearing.

He even suspected whether he had stayed in this ghost place for too long and really encountered something unclean.

Just as they were talking and patrolling forward again,

a figure clung to the ceiling like a gecko, holding his breath, opening his eyes wide, and watching the soldiers passing below.

A few seconds later, he gently jumped down behind them and instantly melted into the darkness.

Relying on his mid-air suspension ability, Fang Cheng successfully broke through the checkpoint, but was slightly delayed because of it.

When he reached the elevator lobby, looking at the numbers on the floor display going all the way down, it stopped at the 5th floor.

The target actually didn't leave the building.

Doubts couldn't help arising in Fang Cheng's heart.

The original plan was to wait until he reached the underground parking lot or left the hospital to rendezvous with someone, confirm everything was correct, and then choose to make a move.

Now the situation seemed to have changed.

Thinking about it, Fang Cheng's figure suddenly darted like a civet cat, choosing to go through the emergency exit to the 5th floor to check out what was going on.