Without proper preparation, it was impossible for Andrew to remove the Frostblossom toxin completely. If it were that easy to deal with, this poison would not be considered such a deadly weapon.

The black energy on Jerome's face began flowing in one direction.

Andrew brought two fingers together like a blade and sliced down swiftly at the point. Immediately, a wound appeared, and black blood began streaming out steadily.

Jerome kept his eyes tightly closed and gasped, "Impressive! To be honest, before this, I had several elders from the Advanced Medical Institute help me. But all of them were forced back by the sheer intensity of the Frostblossom's toxin. None of them could even open a proper channel to drain the poison. They were too terrified to make a cut."

Andrew's focus remained sharp, though his tone stayed calm. "It's not that the Institute lacks talent, but those elders are just mediocre."

Jerome chuckled. "Confident and bold. Dr. Lloyd, your honesty is refreshing."