I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 277 The Clown
Spencer lay on the medical bed, looking at the ceiling calmly.

The assistant is treating his injuries. Thanks to the results of previous research, the three institutes have extracted the growth hormone from the "evolution" pollution and made a very effective healing potion.

Spencer's gunshot wound should not cause heritable infertility, but the previous accident also made him feel mixed emotions.

"Director, the treatment is over. Do you still feel uncomfortable?"

"No... this potion is really magical,"

"Yes, it is indeed the director's masterpiece. Even if it is rotten like a flower, it can be restored to 80% of its original appearance. It is really..."

Snapped!
Spencer slapped his assistant on the face, causing him to swallow his "praise".

Spencer, feeling mixed emotions, pulled up his pants, but ended up touching the wound because he used too much force. He had no choice but to pull his pants down a little, and the cleavage at the back could be seen a little bit.

"Has the experimental area been processed?"

"It's been handled. The gas has been dissipated, and all the parasites have been killed. The test specimens are intact and no one is injured."

Thinking that the experimental specimens were not injured, Spencer's face became even uglier.

Even though I suffered such humiliation, these little white mice were not hurt at all and just slept soundly.

This is so weird, as if someone is deliberately against me.

Was it Wyatt? No, it shouldn't be. The "holy" goddess would definitely despise him for doing such a thing, unless he didn't want to be an apostle.

Although Spencer was reluctant to admit it, no matter how he looked at it, this seemed to be an experimental accident caused by himself.

To be honest, I was so angry at that time. I knew there was an accident in the experimental area, but I still walked in with arrogance.

Spencer's teeth were almost broken.

"Director, there is one more thing..."

"If you have something to say, just say it now. Don't squeeze the toothpaste like your junior brother!"

"Yes, it's like this... There's news from the Extraordinary Research Institute, and they want to talk to you about the experiment."

The experimental accident made Spencer so angry that he completely forgot about the Extraordinary Research Institute.

Spencer had previously exchanged letters with the institute, in which he vowed that he would provide experimental results on the ascension project in the near future. It was this guarantee that earned Spencer the institute's strong support.

Now, the Institute must be asking itself what the results are.

But how should they respond to the current situation? Should they tell the truth? They would only think that they had made up a story to buy time.

The only thing we can do now is to stabilize the research institute first, at least buy an hour, and then ask the teacher for help.

After making the decision, Spencer was about to contact the research institute, but he suddenly remembered something.

He pulled open the curtain in the infirmary and walked to another bed next to him, where an equally injured assistant was lying. He was the junior fellow student who informed Spencer of the accident.

In order to avoid being held accountable by Spencer, he deliberately inhaled the gas and pretended that he was injured because he gave the mask to Spencer, hoping to make Spencer calm down.

"Director."

"Do you feel better."

"Thank you for your concern. I feel much better now."

"Yeah."

"The injuries I suffered while saving you are mine..."

Spencer grabbed his assistant's hair and slammed it hard against the bedpost, which bent the bedpost a little.

This was not enough to make Spencer feel better, so he hit it a few more times, and the blood dyed the white pillow red.

The other assistants didn't dare to step forward to stop him. No one dared to offend Spencer, and even the young assistant himself didn't dare to resist.

Gradually, the assistant lost the ability to resist. Spencer's anger subsided, and he didn't want to kill the assistant, so he threw his drooping head aside and left.

The other assistants kept quiet tacitly until they could no longer hear Spencer's footsteps, and then they stepped forward to rescue their colleague.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, apply more medicine. Why are you only treating the head today? After treating the small one, we will treat the big one."

"It's so scary. Working under this old man is terrifying every day."

"What can we do? We were all deceived into coming here. Who knew that the benefits promised in advance would not be realized at all, and our research results were taken away from us. We were also forced to go along with the corrupt. Our lives are over!"

“Master…Senior Brother…”

"Don't talk! Senior Brother will save you!"

"I...I don't want to do this anymore. Come and get someone to save us."

"...I've thought about this a long time ago, but no one expected it to happen."

The assistants all had sad faces, which had become their daily work routine.

They all hope that there will be a savior to save them from the water and fire.

On the other hand, Spencer had already answered the call from the Extraordinary Research Institute, and the person who contacted him was the dean of the Extraordinary Research Institute.

The dean had a smiling face and looked like a kind old man who was always smiling.

But Spencer knew very well that the old man was quite cunning.

The dean first complimented Spencer and seemed to be taking his time, but in fact he had been eager to obtain Spencer's research results.

It's just a pity that he assumed in his heart that Spencer's research would be successful, as if he had never thought about the consequences of failure.

"Congratulations, Director Spencer. It is an honor for the institute to work with you. Thank you again for your contribution to the Kingdom's academic community. It is a blessing for us to have you."

“This is also inseparable from your support.”

"Haha, to be honest, we have already prepared various support for the next stage. This time we mainly want to confirm the specific progress with you so that we can provide targeted help."

"Thank you very much, but you came at a very bad time. The experiment has just reached a critical stage and cannot make any conclusions yet."

"In that case, I will wait for your good news at any time and will not disturb you any more."

The dean hung up the call, and Spencer breathed a sigh of relief.

After checking once more that the door was locked, Spencer began to mutter to himself in the empty room.

He first called out "Teacher", and then a breeze blew past his ears. He knew very well that it was his teacher coming.

Spencer's tone suddenly became humble, and he faced the teacher as if the assistants faced him.

Now, Spencer seems even more humble because the teacher is the only one who can redeem his reputation.

"Teacher, please help me."

"You are going in the wrong direction. It's a very low-level mistake."

"Wrong? What exactly is wrong? The dosage of pollution? The choice of the fallen? Or the way the data is analyzed?"

"Hahaha, you are really cute in a foolish way, Spencer."

"Teacher, what do you mean?"

"The birth of the Path to the Gods is the result of countless near-death struggles. Do you think that you can find a way to ascend far beyond the Path to the Gods by working behind closed doors now?"

"But...but isn't this the advice you gave me? You asked me to do this!"

"That's right, so I was wrong too. I was wrong for having expectations of you that I shouldn't have."

(End of this chapter)