Ling Tianyu heard that everything had been checked. He picked up the blood sample in his hand again and examined it carefully.
He gently dabbed his finger into the blood and brought it under his nose to smell it, his nose slightly twitching.
"Odorless!" Ling Tianyu couldn't detect any smell besides the metallic scent of blood.
Ling Tianyu, without hesitation, tasted it with his tongue. He couldn't see or smell anything, so he could only try to sense it with his tongue.
"Dear..." Duan Yanran saw her husband daring to taste the poisonous blood and was somewhat anxious, quickly wanting to stop him. She stopped halfway through her words.
Her husband was highly skilled in medical technique, and if he dared to taste it, it meant he was confident.
Ling Tianyu's sense of taste exhibited its powerful attributes.
"What is this?" Ling Tianyu frowned. It seemed familiar, but he couldn't recall it.
