"Old Lu, you're back!"
Li Tianming and the others immediately asked after Lu Daoxing when they saw the state he was in.
Blood had soaked Lu Daoxing's chest, and his face was deathly pale. There were also two deep cuts on his bulbous nose.
One look at the dark red blood told Li Tianming, Zhang Kuang, and Qin Siyang that Lu Daoxing was no Counterfeit.
His wheelchair stopped a short distance from the four of them.
"You... you four aren't impostors, are you?"
Qin Siyang said, "Professor Lu, you put a lock on the Storage Box you gave me that only I could open."
Lu Daoxing breathed a sigh of relief. "It's you. That's good..."
Before he could finish, he passed out.
Seeing Lu Daoxing lose consciousness, Li Tianming immediately pulled a vial of medicine from his backpack and hurried forward to check his injuries.
But Chang Tianxiong stopped him.
"Second Chang, why are you stopping me?"
Chang Tianxiong frowned. "Old Li, can you be sure he's Old Lu? He only asked us a question just now. We haven't asked him anything yet."
Zhang Kuang said, "A Counterfeit's blood is black and gelatinous. Look at that corpse lying on the ground over there. Its blood still hasn't clotted."
"The blood on Old Lu's chest is dark red. He's a normal person. Even if he hasn't answered a question, he's still Old Lu."
Chang Tianxiong kept frowning and refused to move aside.
"Second Chang, what are you trying to do? Let Old Lu die without helping him?! Do you have some grudge against him?"
"Look at him. If we don't help him right away, he probably won't make it."
But Chang Tianxiong insisted, "Old Li, for researchers like us, the most important quality is rigor."
"We haven't verified whether he's Lu