“The virus’s lethality means that no matter how attenuated, even the slightest contact causes complete infection, making traditional vaccine development impossible. Moreover, during the process of integrating its RNA into human cell DNA, the mutation efficiency is astonishingly high, making it difficult for the immune system to generate antibodies in time. As a result, in the past eleven months, billions of casualties have occurred globally.”
“Today, I announce that by inducing Pandora virus evolution and stabilizing its form, we have finally developed an ultimate antibody applicable to the vast majority of humans.”
“This antibody was extracted from the B cells of the first infected individual globally, and to date, the only natural survivor. By decoding the antibody gene map, we have achieved large-scale laboratory cultivation, effective when injected within six to eight hours after the virus enters the bloodstream.”
“Gene-level vaccine research is also underway. We believe that in the near future, the apocalyptic plague that flew out of Pandora’s box will be completely eradicated from our planet.”
Clap, clap. Clap.
Starting with one or two people, applause spread like wildfire across the venue, filling the spacious hall with thunderous acclaim.
Ning Yu removed his glasses, covering his face tightly with his palm.
His fingertips turned slightly white from this gesture until long after the applause subsided, he finally released his hand and lowered his head to put his glasses back on:
“Before publishing the antibody map, I want to first publish a list.”
Hundreds of eyes watched him as Ning Yu retrieved a notebook from beneath the test tube rack in the antibody box.
It was a somewhat worn black leather notebook. Ning Yu opened it and displayed it to the hall, revealing neatly recorded names and dates:
“These are the experimenters who sacrificed on the operating table during the virus evolution trial, some voluntary and some not, totaling ninety-five individuals.”
“Their dates of death have been recorded. I hope future human historical records will forever remember their names.”
This time, the hall remained silent, everyone maintaining a long, profound stillness.
In the last row, near the brass door.
“Why didn’t he say which ones weren’t voluntary?” Chun Cao whispered.
Zhou Rong lowered his gaze and sighed, patting her head:
“Who knows.”
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