Imyr.
Green Farmstead.
In the laboratory, Leng Xiaoxie slowly injected the liquid from the syringe into Dr. Lin's body, pulled out the needle, placed the used syringe into a small box, and reached out to take the thermometer from Dr. Lin's mouth.
The thermometer read 37.5 degrees.
"Temperature is normal." He raised his face with a smile, "Now the inflammation should be under control. Next, you must rest well."
"Thank you."
Dr. Lin thanked him gratefully, his voice still somewhat weak.
It was no wonder; ever since he fell ill, he had lost his appetite almost entirely, and coupled with the endless experiments day and night, his body was severely exhausted.
Over the past two days, under Leng Xiaoxie's treatment, his condition had noticeably improved.
From dinner until now, several hours had passed without his temperature rising, the first time in days.
Although not fully recovered, it had at least stabilized.
