When Tan Rou rushed to the treatment room, it was already in chaos inside—crying, noise, and children's yelling made it seem like the first day of kindergarten.
Zhuang Liu was drawn by the noise and wanted to come out to see what had happened. As soon as he stepped out, he saw Tan Rou had also come over.
"Tan Rou, what happened?" Zhuang Liu asked.
Tan Rou immediately supported him, "I don't know, I just got here too. How are you feeling today?"
"I'm feeling okay." Zhuang Liu's health had improved quite a bit, "I think I'll be able to leave this place tomorrow."
"That's not possible," Tan Rou said. "Although the toxin hasn't acted up in your body, it hasn't been cleared yet, so you must stay here and recuperate while I work on the antidote. Then you can leave."
Zhuang Liu really didn't want to stay in this place any longer. He said, "I feel like I'm growing moldy."
