Jiang Zhi smelled the scent of blood, faintly. He pondered for a long time and kicked the medical kit under the coffee table over.
Zhou Xufang's regeneration and self-healing speed was eighty-four times that of a normal human. This was the data measured in the laboratory seven or eight years ago; she wasn't sure what it was now.
However, the dagger wound had already scabbed over. It should only take a short time before the scab fell off, and then the skin would be restored as before. At most a day, and even the scar would disappear completely.
She glanced at the medical kit on the ground but did not move. At this moment, the police siren sounded outside. The police should have arrived, and the blood-red in her pupils had almost faded.
"Be careful these days."
Leaving a sentence, she opened the door and quickly disappeared from Jiang Zhi's sight.
