Five minutes later.
Lord Bear looked at the baozi in front of him with a face full of despair.
"Zhang, I really can't eat anymore. Are you sure this can heal me? I feel like I'm not going to make it..."
Zhang Xiaoman gave him an encouraging look.
"Lord Bear, this is the last one, trust me, if you can finish it, your wounds will definitely heal!"
"Yeah, yeah! Lord Bear, you have to believe in Brother Man! Brother Man is a true Transcendent!"
Yang Yangyang chimed in from the side:
"And right now, besides him, we don't have any other options. You must hang in there, Lord Bear!"
Lord Bear weakly nodded, and then, trembling, opened his mouth and bit into the large meat baozi that Yang Yangyang handed over, chewing and swallowing it with difficulty.
His physical condition was worsening, and managing to eat these six baozi was already a miracle.
