Qinghe wasn't being fussy either; she nodded, knowing that she needed to eat and drink well to have the strength for what could be a tough fight ahead.
"Ring-a-ling, ring-a-ling," Mei Jianning, who was sitting right by the phone, quickly picked it up to answer.
"Hello, uh-huh, thank you very much."
At last, a smile appeared on his otherwise taut face as he looked at Qinghe and said, "The results are in. That substance isn't some kind of harmful poison at all, but rather a drug that can give one immense strength, like a stimulant. The difference is, after taking this, one can have their energy and physical strength multiply several times over for half an hour. But there are many imperfections; it appears to be a prototype. Consuming this medicine, while making one feel like a superhero at the time, would lead to weakening, accelerated aging of the body's functions afterward, as if one had lost half their life."
