After the intense slaughter, Gao Gong didn't take a break but threw himself into various preparations once again.
On the operating table, rows of transparent reagents began to take shape as the surgical arm rotated, lifted, and injected.
The experience and knowledge required to produce 'Desert Skin' are exclusive to the profession of Prosthetic Doctor.
Fortunately, this time there was ample material, so Gao Gong didn't have to worry about the failure rate and could showcase his skills.
He worked until deep into the night, only realizing how long he had been working when there was movement at the door.
Two people had been waiting at the door for a while.
"Why don't you come in?"
Professor Han still looked calm, but Old Qian was muttering under his breath, seeming like someone who couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"So, kid, oh no, Consultant, what do you want by bringing me here?"
Gao Gong pointed to the operating table, "Lie down, let me give you a full checkup."
