Lu Qingyan chuckled upon hearing this: "He may be a genius, but I think he's more of a complete madman."
“It’s Dr. Mo,” Mr. Luo confirmed. “If it’s him, then it makes sense. I’ve heard people mention him a long time ago. He is indeed very talented in certain areas and is good at learning. But there’s nothing else in his mind besides those.”
When Mr. Luo spoke of that person, there was a mixture of disdain and admiration. He probably looked down on her attitude towards people and things, but admired her talent.
"Mr. Luo, how long will it take to develop the new drug?" Pan Qingbai asked. If they disappeared for too long, some people would definitely be worried.
Mr. Luo said confidently, "I've seen the medicine you developed over there. It's not difficult for me to formulate the same medicine. I think it will only take three or four days to improve its effect."
Mr. Luo wasn't exaggerating. With Zhou Ya's assistance, he received the finished product by noon on the third day.
Mr. Luo was working incredibly hard; the dark circles under his eyes betrayed his exhaustion. "We didn't have enough ingredients, so we only made this much. Although we haven't tested it, the effect is certain. How do you plan to use it?"
"Does this need to be taken orally, or can it be applied through skin contact? How much should one person take?" Lu Qingyan looked at the tiny amount in the cup in front of her and wondered if it could achieve the desired effect.
"If it were produced in the original proportions, it would indeed yield a larger quantity. This is the refined version I used. Only a tiny amount needs to be applied to the skin to achieve the desired effect. It can also be used after dilution."
Lu Qingyan smiled and said, "In that case, I'm relieved."
She could use her water-based powers to create artificial rain, mixing these potions into it and sprinkling it on those people, thus restoring everything to its original state.
Mr. Luo waved his hand: "I can't go on. I'm too tired to go anywhere. I'll stay here for now. Or do you want to leave a few people here to protect me?"
Pan Qingbai agreed: "Okay, Xiaoran and I will leave, everyone else will stay here."
Zhu Jun said with dissatisfaction, "I disagree. I'll go with you, Xiao Ran will stay here."
He can't let his sister go.
“Zhu Jun, Xiao Ran is more capable than you.” Pan Qingbai quietly stated this fact: “She will definitely be fine if she goes with me, but she will worry if you go.”
Zhu Jun: "..."
Am I not even allowed to keep one person here?
Zhu Jun glanced at his remaining comrades; none of them possessed a fighting ability surpassing Lu Qingyan's. He felt a deep sadness. Was his younger sister destined to be the one charging into battle?
Regardless of Zhu Jun's dissatisfaction, Lu Qingyan eventually returned to the capital base with him.
Upon his return, Pan Qingbai was met with devastating news: his grandfather had passed away.
Actually, the old man was already very old, over 80 years old, but he usually looked quite healthy. How could this happen so suddenly?
Mr. Pan wiped away his tears: "It's my fault for letting you take on this mission. Not only did we fail to bring Mr. Luo back, but we also didn't get to see your grandfather one last time."
Pan Qingbai glanced at him indifferently, with a hint of suspicion.
"Dad, how exactly did Grandpa die?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
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