"Do we continue with the third trial?"
Zhao Guang directly said, "The third one is hypotensive medicine. Are you sure you want to test it here?"
These people, none of them looked like they had symptoms of high blood pressure. Working hard all day long, bustling about, there wasn't a single overweight person among them. Really, could someone who isn't overweight so easily have high blood pressure?
The experts looked up at the prisoners before them and, under their disappointed gazes, shook their heads.
Indeed, these people did not look like the best subjects for the trial.
"Seems like we can only recruit volunteers now. According to the higher-ups, your drugs can basically guarantee no side effects; otherwise, we really wouldn't dare to conduct such experiments."
As for Zhao Guang, someone who had inserted himself halfway into the process, they originally disliked him quite a bit.
