Upon hearing Mu Lin's words, many faces lit up with surprise; Mu Lin's progress was also considered their progress. Although they were not working on the same research, the principle was fundamentally akin.
"Girl, are you really serious?" Mei Qingyuan could hardly believe it. He had seen that child too; they even conducted instrument checks on him. Now, the boy seemed just like someone with a terminal illness, at death's door. If he hadn't known that the boy was injected with those substances and made into an experiment subject, he would never have suspected such a reason for his condition.
If one were to describe the boy's state pathologically, it could be summed up in three words: beyond saving.
Yet now, Mu Lin claimed she could revive him, which was truly an incredible feat.
Mu Lin nodded, "I don't lie." Didn't they know she always favored speaking the truth?