Doctor Zhu opened the medical kit, rummaging through a pile of messy stuff, finally picking out two syringes, mixing them together, and adding some black powder, excitedly stirring it.
Fu Xue stood watching him, like a child playing with mud, her heart inexplicably softened.
"Hey, you're just squatting on the ground mixing; isn't that a bit too careless? Do you care about hygiene?" Fu Xue asked, unable to bear it.
Doctor Zhu looked up with a sly smile: "What does it matter? Is the one inside still considered human?"
Fu Xue thought about it, and indeed, the one inside was a total pervert, a real Silly!
After a while, Doctor Zhu's potion was ready, and he beckoned Fu Xue: "Come on, let's go inside and have some fun!"
In the room, Ling Mohan had just gone crazy and received a beating, now weakly sitting on the ground, his eyes vacant.
"Hey, Master, why are you sitting on the ground?" Doctor Zhu asked mockingly.
