Xu Rouguang's body warmth was the last thing Lai Mingjie remembered that morning. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a hospital. Tubes of blood and dextrose were connected to him, and his vision was still a little blurry. He scrunched his eyes in an attempt to make it clearer but to no avail. For now, he only moved his non-damaged arm and played with the hair next to his fingers.
Even with Xu Rouguang's regenerative ability—as long as it wasn't at its purest form, the person healed wouldn't be at optimum condition. The regeneration energy within the ball wasn't enough for a weak-bodied Lai Mingjie. The most threatening injuries in his body were taken care of, but his arm was still busted. The bruising around his head was still there, as well as the amount of blood that he lost.
