Lu Yuan saw the options and chose the second without hesitation.
He had only three Leaves of Hope, and they were genuine lifesavers. He had only just met Frey, so he was reluctant to part with one. More importantly, the second plan also had a very high chance of success. Otherwise, he might have had to make that painful sacrifice.
Most importantly of all, the potion team already had Sanity-Stabilizing Potions on hand.
Lu Yuan hurried to where he had taken the Holy Water earlier. From the row of potions, he pulled out a Sanity-Stabilizing Potion made with High-Grade Holy Water, rushed back to the Sofa, pried Frey's mouth open, and poured it in.
Frey seemed fiercely resistant. Her eyes stayed shut, her brows twisted, and she tilted her head back as though trying to break free of his grip.
Lu Yuan was not about to be gentle. If she kept struggling, he was prepared to dislocate her jaw.
Perhaps sensing his grip tighten, Frey stopped trying to break free and obediently swallowed the whole bottle of Sanity-Stabilizing Potion.
As the potion went down, Frey gradually calmed. It was clearly taking effect, and her ragged breathing slowly eased.
Just then, the two lines of Gray-White Text at the edge of Lu Yuan's vision, which had been warning him about Contamination, abruptly froze. The next instant, they vanished.
Lu Yuan jerked his head up and looked toward the slightly open door on the right. As Frey's Pathway stabilized, the phantom opening there seemed to have disappeared, sealing itself completely.
But Lu Yuan had no intention of investigating. If he did not go looking for trouble, trouble would not find him. The priority was saving Frey. Once she recovered, he could just ask her what had happened. Why risk his own life?