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The two quickly approached and helped him up from the ground. Then, they inserted a stick into his ear canal to automatically patch up the eardrum inside. Only then did they realize that the muscles on this person's back were as soft as a pile of cotton, utterly exhausted to such an extent.
Duan Shuai wanted to gently shake the other awake but was immediately stopped by Ross. If he was asleep, they should let him rest for a bit; after all, he looked extremely fatigued. While they waited, they helped Freyr check his condition before heading over to Xiong Tai with a medical kit.
Xiong Tai's situation seemed even more complicated, and it was unclear how much longer he would sleep. At that moment, they could hear the faint sound of his lips twitching, seemingly mumbling names of women in his dreams. This left the two awake feeling somewhat dumbfounded; there was really nothing more to say.
In a way, this was quite reasonable. The man had reached an age where he might be experiencing youthful infatuation. It wasn't unusual for a young man to have such feelings. However, Xiong Tai's sensitivity of thought was probably no different from that of an ordinary person.
One of them quickly glanced over; in fact, it was evident that something had happened at the scene. A person with a delicate mind would not harbor ill intentions. Xiong Tai was indeed such a thoughtful and normal-hearted young man.
Though he appeared rough and sturdy on the outside, inside he still possessed the heart of an ordinary youth, with an incredibly pure mindset. Thus, in some matters, he held onto his own stubbornness and ideas. From another perspective, this guy was treated as a reckless warrior on the battlefield; otherwise, how could the three of them have barely endured several waves of the Skeleton Army's assault while Xiong Tai fought valiantly on his own?
This was something others dared to do but could not achieve. Meanwhile, everyone else had their own thoughts; each person's mindset seemed very intricate. The atmosphere here gradually returned to normal after the Undead Lord was defeated. The Spirit Fire had vanished—not truly gone but rather appearing intermittently after some time. They felt that when it appeared again, everyone must leave this place.
The immediate priority was to rest as soon as possible, and finding a way out depended entirely on Freyr's insights to continue moving forward. They needed to bandage their wounds first.
Ross's most serious injury was undoubtedly his hands. When he unwrapped the bandages, he was immediately stunned by the sight of his palms, which looked as if they had been corroded by acid. Duan Shuai stared at him in disbelief.
"What's there to look at? If you had started helping us sooner, my hands wouldn't be in this state. I wonder if there will be any lasting effects; I'll need to go to the hospital for a check-up once we get back," Ross said calmly. Only he truly understood how dire his situation was.
Duan Shuai measured with a simple instrument and applied some medication. Aside from feeling slightly cool, he sensed that the pain in Ross's hands had diminished—not due to muscle necrosis but because these hands had undergone rigorous training and were now aided by gene repair fluid.
Some soft skin had already peeled away, revealing thick calluses on his palms. His hands were now difficult to show off; seeing this made Duan Shuai feel helpless—what an unsightly pair of hands they were!
Cell Recovery Fluid can greatly improve damaged areas of the skin, but it only treats the genetic deficiencies in those specific areas. From a genetic standpoint, it repairs the injuries, but in certain situations, this fluid can be somewhat blind. If a doctor were to intervene, they could certainly restore his hands to their original state, preventing them from resembling those of a wild man.
The difference between these hands and those of a wild man lies mainly in their color; they are black. Now, Ross's hands need proper care; otherwise, they will indeed become indistinguishable from a wild man's. He applied some lubricating recovery fluid and nourishing skincare products.
At least this would help restore some elasticity to the skin. As for the calluses? Well, he would deal with that later at the hospital during physical therapy.
Once this was done, Duan Shuai noticed a large burn on his arm, caused by the impact from the gun barrel. During the incident, a Man-Portable Missile even experienced a misfire. If Duan Shuai hadn't taken some measures himself, those fragments could have lodged in his throat, potentially leading to fatal consequences.
After applying some cold compresses to themselves, they soon fell into a deep sleep. In that state of slumber, they all began to look around, their moods slightly improving.
Six hours later, one by one, they began to Awaken. Duan Shuai had a unique situation; he hadn't actually slept but had been resting his eyes while observing the surroundings for any developments. The others had awakened as well, including Xiong Tai, who still hadn't fully recovered his strength but could manage some movement.
On the other hand, Freyr's recovery was relatively quick. After about six hours, the feeling of Exhaustion had disappeared from his body, and he had regained about thirty percent of his strength. Although it was just thirty percent, it was more than enough to handle typical enemies.
Freyr looked around and was most pleased to see that Xiong Tai had regained consciousness. He immediately embraced his arm and exclaimed, "Great! You're okay! I thought you were dead!"
"Cough cough, my sexual orientation has always been perfectly normal. Don't get me wrong; I actually have a woman in my heart," Xiong Tai pushed away the man who was clinging to him with an expression of disgust.
Ross and Duan Shuai exchanged glances and then simultaneously probed, "Is that woman Meng Luo?"
"Hey! How did you know? Why is it like this?" Xiong Tai was taken aback and quickly gestured.
"You revealed your thoughts in your sleep."
The two of them spoke in unison again. Xiong Tai rubbed his forehead and then stammered, "No, no, you must have heard wrong. My favorite is clearly rice."
"But our Eardrum was just finished, and it's still functioning normally," came the reply. In other words, they were using a tone that implied they absolutely could not be mistaken.
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