"There's simply no clue. To figure it out, it'll take at least three to five years."
Ning Zhutao's pupils were bloodshot.
Ever since returning to the country, Ning Zhutao had barely rested. When he was utterly exhausted, he would find a chair to take a quick nap.
But even so, there was still no progress.
The rest of the office looked just as troubled.
The higher-ups were applying pressure every day, and many researchers were close to collapsing.
Yet the blame couldn't really be placed on the upper echelon.
The principle of the Frost Vine Insect had been discovered, and the Detoxification Pill had already been delivered by the Military Department.
In such conditions, failure to make progress could only prove that the research lab's level was too low.
"I can definitely figure it out, definitely!"
Ning Zhutao continued to analyze the dull list of raw materials.
