however, youzi had overestimated the concentration of the antibodies in her blood.
that day, he had drawn three tubes of blood and distributed them to the mice, but none of them survived.
In the end, they all died.
it was only a matter of time. the one with the highest concentration barely managed to survive for a certain amount of time.
if the small white mouse needed so much blood to cure the poison, what about the baby?
Moreover, youzi actually wanted to cure her father, who was an adult.
so, recently, pomelo had been giving himself some medicine to strengthen his resistance, hoping to increase his body's antibodies. At the same time, he was looking for a way to purify it.
Every day, he would draw some of his blood and store it in the cold storage.
today, as he had almost saved up enough of the dosage he guessed, he took a little more to make up for the amount.
