Basics of a grandmaster. Looking at Qian Jin’s back, Noan Leta saw that this young person possessed the basic skills of the grandmaster. There were various research directions in pharmaceuticals, but the operation of equipment didn’t vary too much.
Having finished selecting and putting in place the props he needed, Qian Jin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and exhaled slowly. Then he suddenly opened his eyes and started concocting with his adroitly moving hands by the counter.
What? Snay Rouse’s eyelids started cramping hard when he saw Qian Jin stripped off the idle veneer that he previously had."What the hell is this speed? Is this guy a member of the circus?" He thought.
As all kinds of test tubes and beakers were randomly flying in the air, different dosages of powder and potion were being placed into different containers. This dazzlingly complicated style and control made Qian Jin look more like a bartender mixing drinks instead of a pharmacist concocting the potion.
