If you want a horse to run, you've got to feed it well.
Paracelsus couldn't just collapse from exhaustion; Lance was still waiting for her to do research, so it was necessary to strengthen her constitution.
Upon returning to the sanatorium, Lance quickly glanced over the incomplete autopsy reports on the Pigmen, which were indeed quite fascinating.
The Elder was truly a genius in some respects; it was a pity his talents were misapplied.
Leaving behind a few relatively well-preserved Barbarian corpses, Lance then left the place.
It was only when he sat down at home that the exhaustion surged over him, and he slumped into his chair, displaying none of the ease he had shown on the outside.
Wang Cai seemed to sense Lance's tiredness and materialized from the air. It had become increasingly adept at handling its purely spiritual body, moving effortlessly between the tangible world and other dimensions.
