As time passed, the crimson liquid in the glass tube steadily diminished.
The crimson liquid coursed through the veins in the arm, emitting a red glow that seeped through the body, forming a conspicuous traveling network.
Strands of red light began from Zhang Xuebing's arm, spreading upwards, flowing throughout the entire body.
"Mmm!"
Suddenly, a muffled groan of pain echoed from the experiment table as Zhang Xuebing's body trembled unexpectedly.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The detected data began to change, and the dozen or so surrounding instruments started to fluctuate.
Obviously, the potion was starting to take effect!
"Quick, quickly record all the relevant data!"
Director Lin's expression changed, watching Zhang Xuebing with concern while hastily instructing the few researchers beside him.
On the experiment table, Zhang Xuebing's teeth chattered audibly, his expression twisted, eyes filled with bloodshot lines, sweat pouring down like rain from his forehead.
