"Are all of you dead? I brought you here just to play dumb?"
Seeing everyone fall silent, Yan Chengwei screamed madly.
They exchanged a glance and spoke reluctantly.
"We truly don't know what's going on!"
"Exactly, Brother Yan! We're really at a loss."
"Don't know? Useless, useless, you're all completely useless!"
After cursing like this, Yan Chengwei looked at his poisoned hand and realized half his arm had already turned black.
And this wasn't the scariest part; the scariest part was he began to lose control of that arm…
"This is disastrous, disastrous, disastrous!"
...
Seeing Yan Chengwei's expression change, Hu Xiaobei smiled faintly and said, "What's wrong? Haven't found anything yet this time either? Could it be your instruments are truly useless? I thought the stuff you Western medicine people developed was decent, but now it seems they're pure garbage."
"You... shut up!"
"Alright! If you don't want to hear the truth, I'll stop talking."
