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One is the relatively mild X-type inhibitory factor in Xiao Shenwei's body, which cannot effectively kill the virus, but can only drive the virus to a certain location to prevent its continued proliferation and spread.

The other is the K-type inhibitory factor in the body, which is extremely active and can actively search for free viruses for phagocytosis and elimination.

According to Ni Youqing, through some technical means, she can purify the No. 7 inhibitor and acceler ...

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