The holographic projection of the serum turned around, leaning slightly forward to observe.
Her hands remained in the pockets of her hoodie, calm to the point of indifference, entirely consistent with the impression from Silver Port in the past.
[You're getting along well with this Sianweistan, but your current physical condition can't utilize all its features; the nerve damage is too severe to withstand higher-intensity time stops...]
"Damn it, I went through hell just to see you, not for an online consultation, nor do I need you giving me a critical condition notice!"
John was somewhat annoyed.
The serum seemed not to hear his questioning.
[Iris congestion and slight light sensitivity disorder, the issue is right there. This Sianweistan is like putting a space engine into a car. Logically, you should have been burnt to a crisp by now, but it seems there's a high-precision balancing device in your body helping you calibrate the equipment in real-time.]
