349 Perfect Grade

The number of drugs Gao Peng had concocted by hand numbered in the thousands. Concocting a Normal-tier drug wouldn't take much of his effort.

His hands moved with expert precision. If Gao Peng had prioritized quantity over quality, they would probably have moved much faster.

Eleven minutes and fifty-five seconds passed. The drug preparation process was finally completed.

Gao Peng looked at the gray reagent in his hand. The color of its contents was evenly spread out; it was perfect.

When Gao Peng lightly shook it, a faint fragrance wafted from the vial.

Gao Peng strained his eyes at the reagent, assessing its viscosity. The liquid swirled at the bottom of its vial, its surface glistening like a mirror.

Gao Peng then filled a syringe up with the reagent and beckoned at the dazed Yin Yang Calendula on the cold countertop. "Time for your injection."