Inside the workshop, the chaotic clatter of things being smashed echoed. Sandra rushed in and found Anthony crouched in a corner of the room, his hair disheveled and his eyes bloodshot.
"I'm such a damn failure. I've tried so many times and still can't succeed!"
Anthony rubbed his face vigorously, trying to keep himself awake.
He had been trying day and night for several days to figure out the method of refining the ore, but each attempt ended in failure.
This drove Anthony to the brink of collapse, constantly blaming himself for being useless.
Sandra walked over to Anthony and crouched down beside him: "Hmph! If you could crack everything in just a few days, what would those grad students and professors be good for?"
"Besides, even for chemistry pros, this refining method is a tough
