After the pressure cooker lid was opened, four antidotes lay inside.
"Clearly, it was successful, why didn't it explode?" Ruan Hao said as he carefully picked up the antidotes one by one and put them into his palm, observing them meticulously.
After repeatedly examining the antidotes several times, he murmured in a low voice, "Indeed, the quality is far inferior to the ones Miss Gu produced, and the pill success rate is much lower too."
He took a small porcelain bottle, put the antidotes inside, placed it on the table beside him, and fixed his gaze back on the pressure cooker, his eyes filled with determination, "I must continue working hard and strive to achieve an explosion soon."
As he said this, he clenched his right hand into a fist and held it to his chest, cheering himself on, "Come on, Ruan Hao, you can do it!"
After motivating himself, Ruan Hao began preparing the materials, planning to refine another batch.
Suddenly, his phone rang in his pocket.
