In front of everyone's expectant eyes, Zhao Rong finally succeeded in refining a Divine Medicine that could treat lung cancer.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Zhao Rong sat down on the ground, gulped a big glass of water, and said:
"I haven't refined any medicine for a long time. Honestly, it's getting harder and harder. I really feel like I'm running out of steam…"
Just then, Lili stepped forward. She opened the pressure cooker while asking Zhao Rong:
"Brother Zhao Rong, don't try to fool us. Did you really succeed?"
Zhao Rong nodded with absolute certainty and said:
"Of course it succeeded.
Otherwise the assistant would've rushed over and eaten me alive…"
Xuelian, the beauty, asked Zhao Rong, very curious:
"Brother Zhao Rong, is the lung‑cancer medicine you refined some kind of little pill?"
Right at that moment, Lili took out the lung‑cancer medicine Zhao Rong had just refined.
