Summoning flames to mend my own soul seemed a bit like robbing Peter to pay Paul upon closer reflection, but in reality, my regeneration was more of a transformation than true revival. Pressing a fireball into my chest was more about aiding my own imagination than anything else.
The result, however, was pleasing—my regeneration seemed to actually work.
Lu Youxun summoned the stationed agent to test the condition of my soul once more. Perhaps because they had just performed one test, some of the tools hadn't been put away yet, so the efficiency was much higher this time, and the medical report came out quickly.
After looking at it, Lu Youxun nodded, "... It's really completely recovered."
Even though he was the one who suggested it, his tone seemed as if he had fallen into a dream, looking at me with eyes that resembled someone who had stumbled upon a panda on a walk. Even Zhu Shi kept sizing me up again and again.
