Beitang turned his face blankly, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear clearly, could you say it again?"
Even someone as calm as Gong Beitang became mentally disoriented when faced with this situation.
Mu Yanxi looked at him, his expression cold as ice, and repeated:
"I meant that each time we attempt to control the virus with treatment, it becomes increasingly dangerous. The effects of the treatment diminish, patients suffer more, and the intervals between outbreaks get shorter. The later it gets, the worse it becomes."
"The biggest fear is that her immune system deteriorates further, leading to more complications, and she may not last until the antidote is successfully developed... The struggle will be painful; you need to be mentally prepared."
"I know you won't sit idly by, so I've reserved a spot for you in the Virus Research Center's lab. We have at most one year to develop the antidote; it can't take any longer."
In other words, her body won't last beyond a year either.
