Hearing this, Chen Quan grabbed the middle-aged man's collar and said coldly, "Listen to me, if anything happens to him, I'll bury all of you with him, understand?"
The middle-aged man quickly replied, "Sir Chen, don't worry, it's not that bad yet." After speaking, the middle-aged man hurriedly instructed his assistant, "Inject him with painkillers and sedatives, and also inject ten milliliters of cell dissolution solution."
"What is that cell dissolution solution you're talking about?" Chen Quan asked.
"It's a neutralizing agent that can help alleviate his body's rejection, giving him enough time for his blood to complete the fusion." After a pause, the middle-aged man continued, "At this point, I've done all I can. Now it all depends on him. As long as he can get through this, the experiment is more than half successful."
Chen Quan walked to the glass room, looking at the still trembling Zhu Hong, and asked, "Can't you give him more painkillers?"
