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Chapter 1587: Intuition

In the laboratory.

Lu Fan kept adjusting the medicine in the container in his hand, changing the combination, throwing it away if it failed, and then pouring it in again.

Within a moment, behind him, there were already broken glass fragments.

Then he turned around, walked to the glass cabinet, quickly screened the medicine, took it out, opened the bottle cap, poured it into the mixing vessel again, and continued the work of dispensing medicine.

All medicines are in English and Japanese.

Lu Fan didn't know a word of it, but at this moment, there was a flash of inspiration in his mind, constantly guiding him to do it quickly, screen the drugs, and complete the mixing of the medicines.

"no."

After pouring out the potion in the container again, Lu Fan took a deep breath, walked to the medicine cabinet again, stared at the only three bottles of potion left in it, and fell into deep thought.

Ever since he used his willpower to examine the pills in the box, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he was always attracted to the medicine in the medicine cabinet.

It was as if I had received some kind of call.

This kind of induction has the familiar aura of Shennong's Wishes.

This must be because Shen Nongzhiyuan resonated with a certain medicine in the laboratory after examining the pills.

Qianha Gozen has confessed more than once that this medicine is still in the experimental stage and has not been clinically tested on body temperers. No one knows how effective the medicine is.

He didn't believe in his own intuition, but he believed in the title of Shennong's Wish, the world's number one healing artifact.

Shennong's Wish has never had such an unfounded reaction. There must be something hidden in this medicine cabinet, and it is related to the experimental pills in the box in his hand.

With only the last three bottles of medicine left, Lu Fan didn't have many choices.

When Lu Fan reached out and grabbed the three bottles of medicine in his hand, and then continued walking towards the experimental table.

In the monitoring room, Ichiro Miyamoto also stood up.

He stared at the surveillance screen with his eyes and said in a deep voice: "What on earth does this despicable Chinese want to do? Does he think that the medicines that our sect's team has spent decades developing are not as good as him using these in a while?"

The result of waste medicine?”


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