"Maybe it can save my life!" Zhang Bao said, panting heavily. Even though the burning pain was tormenting his consciousness, the man who couldn't cry at this moment shed tears.

He pleaded, "Please, little friend, I want to try it, I really want to try it!"

Liao Yuewei did not stop her; her feelings were somewhat complicated.

Actually, the girl's feelings were more complicated. Her so-called drug trial was mostly from the bottom of her heart, but when she saw Zhang Bao's longing eyes, she couldn't say anything.

Cheng Shuang shoved the medicine directly into Zhang Bao's mouth.

She genuinely didn't know the extent to which the powder pill, which had been split into ten parts, could be repaired.

Seeing that Zhang Bao's injury had stopped and was no longer worsening, she silently calculated the speed. It was only slightly slower than Bai Wan's, with almost no noticeable difference.

But its effect is better than that of the white pill.

Liu Jueshan had said that his injuries would require at least two white pills. Now, Zhang Bao's injuries were healing. The muscle tissue exposed to the air was twisting and rebuilding. The pungent smell of sulfuric acid was gradually fading. Tender skin was growing from his shoulder to his neck. The medicine seemed to be running out of steam, slowly leaving a scar the size of a baby's fist on his face.

Zhang Bao stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Touching his unharmed shoulder, tears streamed down his face. He grabbed Cheng Shuang's shoulder, his face contorted with relief and excitement, and pleaded urgently, "Thank you, little friend! Thank you! Do you have yellow paper and a red pen? Do you have yellow paper and a red pen? Do you have yellow paper and a red pen?"

Liao Yuewei: ...Is the essence of a person just a repeating machine?