2044.
After a lengthy 21-day wait, Lu Xuanyu once again found himself in the operating room.
This time, he was facedown, fastened to the operating table.
Ms. Florence had tried to strike up a conversation with him along the way. Lu Xuanyu had wanted to chat as well, but on one hand, the prolonged 21-day immune destruction treatment had left him somewhat weak.
Besides, he was really nervous now.
"Mr. Lu, there's really no need to be nervous," Ms. Florence gently told him, "The mortality rate of this improved virus is zero. It has already been successful in dozens of people, and no primate test subjects have died from it either."
"It's just that… I feel apprehensive," Lu Xuanyu's voice sounded muffled due to his face-down position. "This is...this is rabies, after all..."
"Modified rabies."
"Once it breaks out, it's..."
"After genetic modification, the destructive power of the virus has been minimized," Florence said.
