Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Huo Yao did not explain and simply said, "Can I use the biological laboratory?"

Since Huo Yao did not want to talk about it, the hospital president stopped asking and simply nodded. "Okay then. May I ask why you need it?"

He knew Master Jinfeng's surgery was a success, but the patient was still in critical condition.

If the patient was left in a frozen condition for too long, his immune system and tissue cells would eventually die.

If the patient's temperature did not go back to its normal state in 24 hours, and the right blood type was not transfused in time, the patient could only die eventually.

Huo Yao's eyes drifted away. After some time, she finally said, "I'm going to use synthetic blood."

"Synthetic blood?" The hospital president hastily opened his eyes. "Master Jinfeng has a very special blood type. The current levels of technology for this are still very new, so a lot of problems still exist. Even if we can make synthetic blood, we can't use it on the patient immediately."

"This is just impractical." The hospital president shook his head.

He could completely empathize with her desire to save a loved one, but synthetic blood was not going to work for the patient.

Moreover, the patient had a very special blood type. Even if they had 24 months, it was impossible to create synthetic blood suitable for patient use let alone 24 hours.

"I know what to do, so don't worry. Just let me use the laboratory," said Huo Yao as she looked at Uncle Changfeng walking over swiftly.

In a matter of seconds, Huo Changfeng stopped in front of Huo Yao and the hospital president. He glanced through the hospital window looking inside the ward. "How's Master Jinfeng?"

"He's going to be fine," replied Huo Yao softly.

The hospital president sighed softly and said to Huo Yao, "Okay then. I will make arrangements to give you laboratory access."

Huo Yao nodded. "Thanks."

The hospital president shook his head. "You're welcome."

The entire hospital belonged to the Huo family. Laboratory access was nothing.

Huo Yao looked at Uncle Changfeng and noticed his bloodshot eyes. She raised her hand and patted his back as he comforted him. "He's going to be fine."

Huo Changfeng turned his head to look into Huo Yao's confident eyes. The worry in his heart promptly abated.

He nodded. "Uh huh."

Huo Yao left with the hospital president before long.

**

After entering the laboratory, Huo Yao refused to accept any help and stayed inside solitarily.

She glanced at the equipment in the laboratory. In reality, she had never used the equipment previously.

However, it did not matter since she was always a quick learner.

Huo Yao took out her phone from her pocket and changed it to computer mode. She typed some code on the virtual keyboard swiftly.

Before long, numbers and symbols started jumping on the virtual screen. Five minutes later, the image of a computer desktop finally emerged on the virtual screen.

Huo Yao looked at the familiar desktop image. She paused briefly before she tapped on the encrypted storage disk.

After entering a code, she opened the storage disk effortlessly. However, nothing could be found inside.

Huo Yao frowned. She used a program to search for hidden files on the desktop, but nothing could be found.

To be precise, every single document had been destroyed.

Huo Yao's heart sank.

Synthetic blood was still in its early stages of development in this era, so some rejection still arose. However, this technology was commonly available a century later.

The clan possessed the procedure for the flawless production of synthetic blood. Why did the files get destroyed though?