"The deterioration is weakening, it's weakening!" exclaimed the elderly man with white hair and Li Hu, looking at the fluctuating lines on the instrument that only professionals could interpret.
"Really, Li Hu, are you sure you're not seeing things?" White Eagle stood beside Li Hu, quickly reaching out to grab Li Hu's arm, asking with a blank expression. Only the slight trembling of his hand indicated how tense he was feeling.
"No, I'm not seeing things... Wait, what does this mean?" Watching the lines on the instrument slowly decrease, Li Hu's expression suddenly turned grim, and his words became stiff.
"The deterioration is accelerating again." This time, the elderly man with white hair didn't panic or turn pale. Instead, he went straight to Lily's side with a syringe in hand and said in a deep voice, "The serum isn't enough."