Yang Release

"You're not trying to fool me, are you?" the fat medical ninja asked, making no effort to hide his suspicion.

Because everyone had the habit of taking the experimental meat home, there were occasional cases of adding things to the meat and playing pranks on one another.

He had already fallen for it several times.

"Absolutely not. If you're worried, you can inspect it yourself!" someone said, patting his chest in guarantee.

"Really?"

The fat medical ninja still didn't believe them. Last time, they had made the same guarantee and won his trust, then cooked and ate the experimental meat without checking it at all.

As a result, he had been poisoned and spent a week lying in the hospital.

For safety's sake, he decided to inspect it himself.

If there really was nothing wrong with it, he would take it home and cook it.

That way, he wouldn't let that lord's goodwill go to waste.

Then, under the curious gazes of the many medical ninjas, he went to the experimental table and personally began examining the experimental meat.

However, as his examination progressed, his brows gradually knitted together.

"Why is this pork so strange?" he muttered to himself.

The meat's outer skin was tough and slightly yellowish, as well as somewhat hard, rather like dried meat. Yet the flesh beneath the skin was extremely tender, like fresh pork slaughtered that very day.

It was utterly bizarre!

"Hey, what kind of meat is this, exactly?" He raised his head and seriously asked his companions.

"Isn't it just pork? What else could it be?" one person asked with an impish grin.

"You bunch of liars! This definitely isn't pork!" the fat medical ninja protested loudly in agitation.

"Then what do you say it is?" that person asked with a laugh.

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