"Warning! Warning! Mental interference module overload! May cause permanent mental damage! Please stop using it immediately!"

Lu Zhaoming felt a sharp pain in his head, as if it were about to explode.

His consciousness began to blur, and his body became unsteady, almost unable to stand.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, his face was as pale as paper, and his breathing became rapid.

"Damn it... this thing... it failed me at the crucial moment..." He gritted his teeth, trying to stay awake, but to little avail.

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, a soft hand caught him.

"Are you...are you alright?" Qinglian's voice rang in his ear, tinged with worry.

Immediately afterwards, a cool energy surged into his body, relieving some of his pain.

"I...I'll help you calm down, you...you hang in there!" Qinglian's voice trembled slightly, clearly she was also very nervous.

Lu Zhaoming felt his condition improve slightly. He glanced gratefully at Qinglian, then closed his eyes, concentrated, and tried to suppress the abnormal movements within his body.

A few minutes later, he finally regained some strength.

"Thank you," he said to Qinglian, his voice weak.

"No need to thank me." Qinglian shook her head, her face also somewhat pale. "What do we do now?"

Lu Zhaoming took a deep breath, looked around at his surroundings, and said with a determined look in his eyes, "Of course... we should keep going!"

His voice, though not loud, was full of determination and strength.

“Wait for me here,” he said to Qinglian, then walked deeper into the base.

"Be careful," Qinglian said softly behind him, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Lu Zhaoming didn't turn around. He knew he had to find the antidote as soon as possible, otherwise Liu Feng would really be beyond saving.

But he also knew in his heart that his current state was terrible, and the mental interference module could overload again at any time, which could even lead to permanent mental damage.

Moreover, Qinglian's appearance made him feel uneasy; he always felt that this woman was hiding something from him.

He stopped and looked back at Qinglian.

"Why...why are you helping me?" he asked, his tone calm but with a hint of probing.

Qinglian paused for a moment, her eyes flickering as if she was hesitating about something.

"I..." She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Lu Zhaoming didn't press her for answers; he simply looked at her quietly, waiting for her response.

A tense atmosphere filled the air, and time seemed to stand still.

Suddenly, Qinglian raised her head, looked at Lu Zhaoming with a firm gaze, and slowly said, "Because... I want to make a deal with you."

Lu Zhaoming gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain in his body, finally finding the storage room where the special medicine was kept.

He quickly searched and found the medicine he needed, then hurriedly turned and ran towards the exit.

His heart was filled with urgency, as if the hourglass of time had been turned upside down, with every second passing by, and Liu Feng's life was also gradually slipping away.

Finally, he rushed out of the abandoned factory, facing the biting cold wind and the outpost not far away.

He gasped for breath, his hands trembling as he opened the medicine bottle and hurried back.

Back at the base, he rushed into Liu Feng's ward and quickly injected the medication into Liu Feng's body.

Liu Feng's complexion gradually regained some color, and his weak breathing became slightly stronger.

Looking at the unconscious Liu Feng, Lu Zhaoming said in a low voice, "Brother, I'm sorry, I may not be able to hold on much longer." Before he finished speaking, Qinglian suddenly handed him a document, her voice low and tense: "This is Lin Shuang's latest revenge plan..." Lu Zhaoming took the document, glanced at it, and his expression changed drastically, his eyes instantly becoming sharp as knives.