He adjusted the feed, highlighting markers in a soft blue overlay.
"Her immune response is completely different. Not only does it resist the pathogen, it's actively reversing it."
"Reversing it?"
"Regeneration. Cell purification. It's not just resisting mutation—it's rewriting it."
Qingran's breath caught.
"She really is the cure…"
"Yes," Lingquan confirmed, his voice quiet now. "But she's not a solution in a bottle. Her blood carries the code, but we'll need to process it into a neutral format. The raw antibodies could be too strong for unstable systems."
"How much time will it take?"
"If I push the synthesizer now? Fifteen minutes. Less if you help."
She pulled on gloves. "Then let's get it done."
They worked in sync, Qingran moving like a seasoned medic, Lingquan like a machine. Blood was fed into the centrifuge, purified, stripped down to its essential compounds. Qingran tweaked the stabilizer ratios, adjusted saline balance, filtered out volatile enzymes.
