The next morning, in a hospital room.
The sunlight was bright, and a gentle breeze wafted through the white curtains. The air in the room was fresh, without that unique hospital smell of disinfectant.
Su Xiao leaned against the hospital bed, his right arm wrapped in bandages, even his five fingers.
Bubu Wang lay on the bed beside him, sound asleep. Last night, Bubu Wang guarded the door all night to prevent enemies from attacking while Su Xiao was weak.
Su Xiao moved his right arm. Previously, it had been severed at the upper arm, but after last night's surgery, it was perfectly reattached without any abnormalities.
The surgery was performed by a middle-aged doctor Su Xiao recognized from the original story. Known as Mingtu Zhuihun, his medical skills were unbelievably advanced, capable of performing heart surgery with local anesthesia. Reattaching a severed arm seemed like a minor operation to him.
