After reconnecting his spine, Xiang Shan finally took a deep breath.
This hour felt as long as a year to him.
As the metal arm released him, his whole body fell onto the surgical table, but in the next second, he used his caudal vertebra to exert force, steadying his balance.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch…" If he still could shed tears, Xiang Shan would definitely cry out in pain at this moment. Truly. This sensation was terrifying. It wasn't like the pain of flesh, but it felt like phantom pain throughout his body.
However, having this sensation reassured Xiang Shan somewhat.
It proved that the surgery was very successful.
"Ouch, ouch… Since it was very successful, let's not waste time. Even with high damage resistance, one can't prevent existing wounds from splitting open," Xiang Shan commanded the surgical table's mechanical arms to lift him up and then transfer him into the newly prepared prosthetic body.
