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Qin Fang's brows also furrowed as he sensed something amiss, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly was wrong.
Just at that moment, the little mouse that had almost turned belly-up suddenly flipped over, its movements becoming vigorous again, as if it had never been poisoned at all.
"Phew..."
Qin Fang was quite satisfied with this result; the mouse had finally pulled through and appeared quite healthy, suggesting that the toxins had been completely cleared.
This outcome brightened many faces, not just Qin Fang's. Even people like Wu Ming saw hope, and those who had been despondent in the crowd now had shining eyes.
"Alright, now you can take the medicine…"
Qin Fang stood up, rubbing his somewhat sore lower back, and spoke with calm assurance.
"Not continuing with the experiment?"
This time, it was Luo Xi who was unhappy. Grand Elder Wu wasn't just some little mouse,
