Lin Yiran suddenly felt very cold. She had never seen this side of Lu Qingyi before.
"Do you know how valuable the medicinal bottle you broke was?"
Lu Qingyi stared at Lin Yiran.
The culmination of her year-long research, with extraction techniques so intricate, she was the only one who had been successful so far.
The demand at the hospital far exceeded supply. Those who she trained could not successfully extract the substance. It was too difficult for her to do it all on her own.
She had plans to transform the liquid into pills and to further refine this technique. The effects of the drug were too slow.
"There are less than a hundred bottles in the world."
Lin Yiran didn't reply, so Lu Qingyi continued explaining.
"If it truly is this valuable, you shouldn't have resorted to improper methods to steal it."
Lin Yiran bit her lip hard, her mouth opened in a scream.
Lu Qingyi countered, "Improper methods?"
"What happened?"
