The things that Song Haitao was worried about were not difficult issues for Jiang Yan.
Time stood still in her special storage space, and seeds and plants stored inside would be better preserved than anywhere outside.
However, she naturally couldn't say this, so she could only comfort Song Haitao, "Doctor, it's better to choose the lesser of two evils, there's no need to worry too much."
Song Haitao nodded, "That's true."
Sun Jingtao dug out several sets of protective suits from a nearby cabinet, "Jiang Yan, do you want to wear one of these when you go in?"
Between the outer room and the area with the storage racks was a thick layer of glass.
"The inside should be a sterile environment, if we go in like this—" Song Haitao looked at Sun Jingtao and Jiang Yan, both covered in bloodstains, and then at himself, "Never mind, let's put them on. It can reduce bacterial contamination, which is better."
