Which medical drug sold on the market hasn’t been mass-produced after human trials?
Li Qiao looked towards Guan Mingchen with a faint, cool gaze. She tapped the desk, slowly stood up, and spoke indifferently, "If that’s the case, then forget it."
On such matters, Li Qiao couldn’t be bothered to argue.
If not for Guan Mingyu’s peculiar illness that had sparked the interest of her and the laboratory, she probably wouldn’t have wasted time on these siblings.
Li Qiao stood up and left, having not even touched the Coke bottle on the table.
Guan Mingyu anxiously wanted to call her back, but an impulsive Guan Mingchen had already chased after her.
"Miss Li, please wait."
Outside the restaurant, Li Qiao came to a halt but did not turn around.
Guan Mingchen briskly walked up to her, and facing her indifferent look, he clenched his fists and pursed his lips. "If, and I’m just saying if, you have no other motive, then why do you want to help us?"
At the bottom of society, Guan Mingchen had experienced the coldness of human relationships.
He never believed in selfless help; if it existed, it had to be related to interests.
Li Qiao looked at him coolly and gave a concise answer, "It’s not a favor, just mutual need."
They lacked money but wanted treatment, and the laboratory just happened to be willing to study it. That was all.
Guan Mingchen’s gaze flickered, and he swallowed hard, somewhat incredulous. "What exactly is wrong with my sister’s body? Is it really worth a national academician intervening for research?"
"Chromosome mutation," Li Qiao stated plainly, ignoring Guan Mingchen’s bewildered expression. Before turning away to leave, she left him with a message, "If you’re willing to join, then come find me at the laboratory tomorrow afternoon."
Guan Mingchen watched Li Qiao’s retreating figure, his eyes suddenly filled with complexity.
The time was two in the afternoon.
Li Qiao, who was in the South Sea Police Station office, received a call from Duan Shuyuan. Her grandfather, Duan Jingming, had suddenly fainted that afternoon and was rushed to the Affiliated Hospital.
Fei Zhihong watched as Li Qiao got ready to leave, and couldn’t help but stand up as well. "What happened?"
Li Qiao frowned slightly, "My grandfather is in the hospital. I’m going to see him."
Fei Zhihong naturally knew Duan Jingming, and glancing at the report file on his desk, he suggested, "I should come with you. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the old man."
"No need," Li Qiao shook her head in refusal, her gaze falling on his desk. "There will be a lot of people at the hospital, and maybe the person who reported it will be there, too."
Fei Zhihong’s expression hardened, "You know who reported it?"
At this moment, Li Qiao slowly pulled open the door, stood still, and looked back at Fei Zhihong with a smile tinged with concern, "I have a good idea."
After saying that, Li Qiao left.
The day before yesterday, an anonymous tip-off file accompanied by a USB drive was mysteriously received in the suggestion box at the police station. It contained footage of Li Qiao hitting someone on the riverside road that night.
The letter earnestly hoped the police would start an investigation and stated the video had been notarized to ensure its authenticity.
Fei Zhihong felt that the reporter was definitely targeting Li Qiao on purpose.
The other party might not know that everything that happened on the riverside road that night had already been recorded in the police station’s incident report.
Even the criminal injured by Li Qiao was still in detention.
At the Affiliated Hospital, Li Qiao arrived near the ward and saw quite a few people standing in the corridor.
Almost the entire Duan family was there.
When Duan Shuyuan saw Li Qiao, she quickly extended her hand to beckon her, "Qiaoqiao, come here."
Li Qiao glanced into the ward and noticed several doctors consulting by the bed. Duan Jingming was lying there looking very frail. She frowned slightly, "How is grandfather?"