The moment Mr. Lee crushed the mouse, it also marked the end of his life,
In Yi Chen's field of vision, the name formed by writhing Old Living Script—Jasmin. Lee (Severe Diseased)—changed from flesh-colored to gray.
The mice that had been entrenched inside Mr. Lee also died at that moment, remaining in his body like rotten flesh and instead resembling human organs even more.
The mouse-like body also lost all signs of life. Its fur dulled, and the Moon Mark on its neck faded completely.
Phew...
Yi Chen collapsed onto the ground, gasping heavily.
Even Little Grape fell briefly into a weakened state, removing the disguise from his left hand and burying it halfway into the original shoulder area.
He reversed his grip and plunged a needle symbolizing vitality into his neck, attempting to awaken the plants inside his body and slowly repair the right half of his body, which had been badly bitten by the mouse's tail.
Although the right side of his body was severely injured, Yi Chen was still in the best condition of the three.
He immediately turned toward his side. Julianna had already passed out, her breathing faint.
What Yi Chen found most unbelievable about this life-or-death battle beneath the clinic
was never how strong Mr. Lee was, or how terrifying and beyond common sense his mouse-like body had been.
It was that his teammate, Miss Julianna, had still been able to make her body move through sheer willpower despite those severe injuries, forcibly awaken the last trace of potential within her body with an injection, and sever Mr. Lee's arm at the critical moment.
"Miss Anna, don't die!"
Yi Chen no longer cared about his own injuries. He pressed both hands against Julianna's completely sunken, mangled abdomen.
Sprouts of plants drilled into it one