The final words faded into the roar of the engine.
Watching the railings zip past outside the window, Gu Yuan was haunted by the image of Qian Ruixue’s pale face in the laboratory. The ancient texts described a cure for the Gu Poison that required Thousand-Year Cistanche and Snow Mountain Blood Lotus—ingredients that were, for all intents and purposes, legendary.
On the training field, where the morning mist had yet to disperse, the rhythmic friction of Gu Yuan’s running shoes against the synthetic track echoed steadily. The silhouette of the Jiutian Group headquarters gradually sharpened against the pale, fish-belly white of the dawn sky. Wiping a bead of sweat from his temple, he caught sight of Chen Qing leading a squad of security guards, jogging over from the dormitory area.
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