The heavy rain outside the window has continued for three hours.
Su Mingwan rubbed his sore eyes. The white light in the laboratory seemed particularly dazzling in the middle of the night. He moved his gaze away from the microscope and turned to the DNA model dancing on the computer screen. The genetic sequence of the mother's rare disease rotates on the screen, like an infinitely extending blue ribbon.
"Try again..." He muttered to himself, tapping his fingers on the keyboard, adjusting the parameters of the molecular structure. This was his seventy-sixth simulation this week and his first thousand, four hundred and twenty-second attempt in three years.
