"Elder Dong, thanks for everything today. Let's continue tomorrow."
As the workday ended, Lin Qi emerged from a world of knowledge, very pleased with Dong Wenlong's attitude.
Dong Wenlong, on the other hand, looked a little pale.
"O-Okay." A cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
In truth, Dong Wenlong wanted to curse his heart out.
'This hellish work is more exhausting than pulling overtime on an A-Class project for the company.'
'Who the hell was this guy, using an A-Class project as a cover to study A-Class Pharmacy? Forget his powerful connections—his Talent and learning methods were downright monstrous!'
'On average, he'd toss out a complex theoretical question every two minutes.'
'Was he fucking learning, or was he writing a dissertation?'
Dong Wenlong felt like he'd lost more brain cells in this one day than in a month of his usual research.
Leaving the lab, Dong Wenlong didn't linger for a second and made a run for it.
Home!
Rest!
Sleep!
