Qingran didn't hear what Shen Li said next. She was already in her space.
The lab had never been used before. She stepped inside and it hummed to life around her, sterile white counters, automated dispensers, and a glowing multi-layered synthesis table at the center.
She placed the six pints of Shen Li's blood into the bio-slot, watching the crimson liquid snake through the transparent tubes.
Monitors lit up with readings: antibodies, protein structures, regenerative markers, everything Lingquan had scanned earlier now detailed in real time.
[Her blood is stable enough to hold at room temperature for a few hours, but you'll want to synthesize quickly.]
"I know.." Qingran said absently, already selecting the filters. She activated the stabilizer protocol, pulling out excess hormones, thickening agents, and isolating the regenerative compounds. The base material for the pill was forming.
Her hands moved fast, muscle memory kicking in.
Extract.
Distill.
Cool.
Layer.
