"President Zhao, come on, wake up now!"
Zheng Lin shook Zhao Xin'an's head.
"Don't mind him, President Zhao had a bit to drink at noon and got excited."
Zheng Lin muttered.
"A severe manic patient. He's often like this, getting overly excited on his own, staying up all night, waking up in the lab yelling and shouting. Even his girlfriend can't stand him. They have lab separations every month."
"He should be taking lithium carbonate. But he stubbornly refuses to admit he's sick, insisting it's the norm for researchers, and refuses medication."
"You don't understand, only the microbiome does."
Zhao Xin'an opened his eyes, glanced at Zheng Lin, and tidied his clothes.
"Alright, alright, I won't bring it up again."
Zheng Lin felt apprehensive, fearing Zhao Xin'an would start rambling about various microbiome theories again.
"Dean Zhang, Nurse Qin, it's now your turn to experience it."
Zhao Xin'an handed a neural connection sensor to Dean Zhang and Qin Si.
