Wound Recovery

Number Sixteen the mouse lay sprawled at the bottom of the chamber for a short while.

After sensing that there was no other danger, it actually began crawling again despite being covered in wounds.

Its body dragged a faint trail of blood across the bottom of the cultivation chamber.

Number Sixteen crawled straight toward the food trough.

The severed tail and limbs, as plain as day, began emitting a faint glow from their wounds, like red-hot charcoal.

Then, from the wounds, new limbs gradually began extending outward. The severed limbs visibly began slowly repairing themselves.

Meanwhile, the temperature inside the tiny cultivation chamber had risen above thirty-seven degrees.

Number Sixteen seemed to have grown accustomed to this reaction. After a dozen or so seconds, it moved the tip of the newly grown tail behind it, seemingly still somewhat unaccustomed to it.

As for the severed right limb behind it, it had also regenerated in little more than a dozen seconds.

As for the several cuts hidden on its abdomen, each one a fatal wound for a white mouse, they had presumably also returned to normal in the high temperature.

Sure enough, in less than half a minute, the several wounds on the white mouse that were severe enough to be fatal had all completely healed.

This terrifying recovery speed was probably no slower than Leo's Golden Ring of Light.

After Number Sixteen had completely adapted to its newly grown limbs, it began wolfing down the feed that had been prepared for it long ago.

Leo watched Number Sixteen's entire recovery process, and his eyes could not help but glimmer.

His gaze pierced straight through the cultivation chamber wall and into Number Sixteen's body.

At the same time, Leo said to Maya, "Maya, this physical recovery speed isn't any slower than