She reviewed the latest batch of antibiotics, scanning through the chemical structure and formulation. Adjustments were minor, but necessary.
A slight alteration to improve absorption rates, a tweak to reduce side effects—nothing major, but enough to make a difference in long-term usability.
She made a few notes, cross-referenced them with existing data, and set aside a request for a revised sample.
The hours passed as she worked through the remaining formulas, double-checking the stockpile estimates, and ensuring everything was progressing as planned.
By the time she finally stretched and glanced at the clock, it was already 3:30 PM.
A knock came at the door just as she was pushing back from her desk.
"Miss Qingran, it's time," Zhou Min's voice filtered in. "The driver is ready."
Qingran stood, rolling out the tension in her shoulders. She cast one last glance at the screen before shutting everything down.
"Alright, I'm coming."
