It's Not Worse Than Spirit Pills, Right?

Diao Zhuo was stunned at first, but he quickly reacted. "What did you say? You still want to save a scum like him?"

Xia Ju shook her head. "I don't intend to save him. It's just that I need someone to test the effects of my newly developed medicine. He's just right for this. There's a guinea pig right in front of me. If you were me, would you not want to use it?" 

Although he understood Xia Ju's meaning, Diao Zhuo was still unhappy. "You said this is your new drug? Aren't you researching nutrient solutions for crops? Can you heal injuries too?"

Without waiting for Xia Ju to answer, Diao Zhuo continued, "Even if your new drug can really heal injuries, I can help you find other people to be your lab rats. There's no need to—"

Xia Ju frowned. "If we find someone else to test out the effects, won't they have suffered for nothing if the results aren't good? Since he's already in front of us, it'd be a waste not to use him."