"Put all the credit under my name!"
Shasha pushed the empty glass bottle away and shot a slightly wary sidelong glance at Right Head.
From her expression, it wasn't hard to see that Shasha had entered food-guarding mode.
Blood kin might be precious; when you meet your own people in a foreign land, friendship and kinship both get doubled, but if they dared come near her rations, Shasha dared bite them.
"So this thing… how do you use it?"
Ansheng picked up the glass jar on the desk and, looking a bit puzzled, turned to Shasha to ask.
Inside the empty-looking medical glass jar, although nothing could be seen with the naked eye, there were in fact two special cells with micrometer-level diameters stored inside.
One was a neuron; as for the other one that Right Head had picked up, they still didn't know where it came from.
"They're like ownerless clothes. You just have to put them on your body and you're good…"
