Jungle Base reacted quickly, but by the time they brought the critically injured undercover agent back for the antidote treatment, it was already too late.
Staring at the patient inside the glass enclosure, Jian Yu's expression was somber.
A few international medical experts behind him were reanalyzing. His own creation, when used by his own people, had components that couldn't be medically reversed after twenty-four hours.
Even a complete blood transfusion would be too late.
The drug's effects had already reached the brain.
Even true brain specialists couldn't pry open the mind to restore those memories; current technology hadn't advanced enough to extract human memories.
Shen Wenhong came over from another area in a shuttle, entering and seeing Jian Yu's furrowed brows, he stepped closer, "Did it fail?"
Jian Yu nodded, "Our drug is still too potent."
"Let's stop and redouble our efforts on that genetic repair."
