Mated at First Sight
Chapter 1019 - 683: Progress (10)

Chapter 1019: Chapter 683: Progress (10)

Time blinked by, and three days had quickly passed. During these three days, Mu Lin hadn’t stepped out of her independent research room’s main gate at all. She hardly touched the three meals a day left at her door, eating only two meals in total; however, she finished all the rice and vegetables in those two meals.

She must have been truly hungry to have thought about eating.

Mu Lin had taken care of all her basic needs—eating, relieving herself, and sleeping—in her research room. They now understood why she had insisted on having such a private space.

It wasn’t that Mu Lin was unwilling to collaborate with others; it was just that over the past twenty years she had grown accustomed to working alone. Even Mu Jue, during the times Mu Lin was crafting poison or concocting antidotes, would not disturb her. He would simply place her meals at her door, replacing them each time. If she were hungry, she would naturally eat.

Rest when tired, eat when hungry—this was Mu Lin fully immersed in her work.

Now, when lunchtime had arrived again, Mei Qingyuan and the others finished eating and stood at Mu Lin’s door, letting out soft sighs.

"If this girl keeps going like this, I’m afraid even her iron constitution won’t be able to withstand it," said Mei Qingyuan, his eyes filled with concern. "Should we call her out for a break? It’s been three days already, quite a long time." Although their research progress was slow, resting well was essential to continue.

Standing beside him, Elder Gong ultimately could only sigh, "This girl has never liked being disturbed while she works." This was his understanding of Mu Lin over the past three years. The girl is somewhat proud and also very serious; perhaps it’s more accurate to say she’s grown accustomed to being strong-willed. In the field of medicine, she has an attitude that is uniquely her own. "Don’t worry, Linlin has been practicing martial arts since she was little; her body is much stronger than that of ordinary people." And Mu Jue has always taken very good care of her.

Mu Jue is the name that Mu Lin had later told him. Knowing that his disciple no longer wanted to use the surname of the Tang Family, Elder Gong hadn’t mentioned her previous name again.

What mattered most was his knowledge of her. "Although she’s serious, determined, and skilled, she’s not the kind of girl who would sacrifice herself for others. She knows her limits." Otherwise, how could he stand so calmly outside her door?

Yet, he couldn’t help but worry a little; as Elder Gong knew, as a mother, Linlin had indeed put her heart into that child.

Hearing Elder Gong’s words, the people around him smiled and seemed less worried than before.

Yes, she was the Mu Lin, the legend who was willful and flamboyant, with a quirky temper—the Poison Doctor.

Mei Qingyuan almost forgot what the Mu Lin he first met was like.

"Grandfather, I can’t tell if you’re complimenting me or belittling me," a cold yet slightly helpless voice tinged with a hint of a smile came from beside them. The long-closed main gate finally opened. The young girl who had been inside for three days didn’t show the slightest sign of dishevelment; she was as fresh as when she had first entered.

The others didn’t know that, during these three days, Mu Lin’s total sleep had not exceeded ten hours. When tired, she would take a short nap, and upon waking, she’d continue working.

Those who practice martial arts don’t require the same amount of sleep as ordinary people, needing seven to eight hours a day to feel energized.

Even if she slept only two to three hours a day, Mu Lin was still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Otherwise, how could martial arts be said to strengthen the body and ensure good health?

Elder Gong looked at Mu Lin and smiled, "Of course I’m praising you." The others stepped forward subconsciously. Elder Gong looked at her, "Are you hungry?" Today’s lunch had not even been delivered to her in time.

Mu Lin nodded, "I’m quite hungry." Her little face showed a touch of coquettishness, like that of a young girl—a rare sight of Mu Lin.

Elder Gong gazed at her with fondness and pity in his eyes, "It’s your own fault for not eating properly, you can’t blame anyone else." Despite saying this, he couldn’t bear to see his granddaughter go hungry and immediately led Mu Lin to the dining area.

Having not stepped out for three days, he figured she might get lost if she went alone.

Mu Lin indicated that wouldn’t happen.

The rest of the group followed suit.

As they arrived at the dining area, some who were still eating looked at them curiously, wondering why they were back again, but upon seeing Mu Lin among them, they understood.

So it was Mu Lin, the Divine Doctor, finally coming out of that room.

They wondered if the Divine Doctor Mu Lin had made any breakthroughs. Her progress was likely greater than theirs, wasn’t it?

In an instant, many eyes turned to Mu Lin.

After all, they hadn’t made any progress in the past three days, and regarding Mu Lin, for some reason, ordinary people always had an inexplicable trust in her.

Mu Lin expressed that she really wasn’t used to so many people watching her eat! Despite saying so, she still continued to eat calmly.

Hmm... It had been three days since she’d had a warm meal, but she couldn’t blame anyone but herself. Whenever she became engrossed in something interesting and dived into research and making things, she would ignore everything around her until her bodily functions began to protest, and then she’d quickly find a solution.

Narrowing her eyes, Mu Lin was very satisfied with her meal, extremely satisfied!

Looking at the five empty bowls before her, the people around her couldn’t help but swallow their own saliva.

Really — she could eat a lot! She ate more than any of the men, probably because she was starving.

Afterward, Mu Lin returned to their research area with them.

"Grandpa, have you made any progress?" Mu Lin asked casually.

Shaking his head, "No, we haven’t made any progress." He sighed, then added, "I don’t even know how much longer those people can hold on, whether they can last until we develop the antidote." He hadn’t encountered such a difficult problem in a long time.

Turning her head slightly to look towards the distance, Mu Lin remained silent, only lowering her eyes in deep thought.

Mei Qingyuan looked toward Mu Lin, "Girl, how’s your progress?"

Mu Lin shook her head slightly, "Not too good." Upon hearing Mu Lin’s words, everyone seemed somewhat disheartened, but then they heard her continue, "Although it’s not very good, there is still a bit of progress."

If there hadn’t been any progress at all, she really wouldn’t have wanted to come out of that room.

Mu Lin was like that, no matter how difficult something was, she had to find at least one problem inside before she’d be willing to step out the door for a break, change her clothes, and eat.

"What progress?" Now, everyone couldn’t help but ask. They pricked up their ears to listen, afraid of missing something.

Mu Lin: "Although he hasn’t woken up yet, that child’s body temperature has started to recover a bit."

In fact, this was something Mu Lin discovered later; the boy called Xiaozhu had nothing but a faint breath and heartbeat, his entire body was icy, like a frozen person, and even after being brought back to the Research Institute, there was no recovery. His heartbeat was occasionally skipping, then returning.

Indeed, it was a very strange phenomenon, and even more so something worth delving into for Mu Lin.

That child’s body functions were different from an ordinary person’s; he seemed to be losing his vitality little by little in his sleep; even with examinations, you could only detect that his bodily organs were weakening. Beyond that, nothing else could be discovered.

Perhaps this was what those people were aiming to achieve; it looked like they might have succeeded in their research.

Were these things really only useful on their own people? If the antidote was developed, Mu Lin thought, maybe then she’d try it on that woman.

The person had already been handed over to Otani Masao, and it looked like she would have to make a trip to that place which made her feel uncomfortable all over.

After all, Mu Lin couldn’t bring herself to do such a malicious thing. Her experiments were either on little mice or on herself. Using living people for experiments — even if her heart was cold, she absolutely couldn’t do such a thing.

That was Mu Lin’s principle, while some others, lacking any principles, probably thought that to win, one could only play dirty tricks.

Were such people truly worthy of being opponents? Mu Lin seriously doubted this.

As for Otani Masao, Mu Lin had no special thoughts about him, thinking at most that this person was slightly more pleasing than the one called Anu Toji.

That was all.