They went back to Veblen's laboratory. Di Qi was still lying rigidly on the bed. He looked like a corpse waiting to be dissected.
The only difference was, he was wearing clothes. Normally, corpses would be naked.
Everyone gathered around Di Qi and looked at the poor man.
Wang Teng took out the Xuanyang Soul Restoring Pill and pried Di Qi's mouth open. Then, he stabbed—stuffed the pill in.
Everyone: …
Olivia: ???
"Brother Wang Teng, are you really friends?"
"Don't we look like friends?" Wang Teng asked, sounding puzzled.
Olivia: …
Seriously?
Looking at how rough you were, others might think you were trying to kill him.
"Don't mind the details. If we were not friends, I wouldn't have spent so much effort to refine the Xuanyang Soul Restoring Pill and save him. I'm a grandmaster alchemist. My time and labor are worth at least a few billion." Wang Teng sniggered.