Xia Yuanfang circled Huo Yushen, examining him carefully before saying, "...Other than being a little thinner, there's no major problem."
"The key is the recovery of the hippocampal cells in his brain. It's truly astonishing."
"I don't think he'll need two years at all. In about two months, he should make a complete recovery."
Huo Yushen's head actually hurt terribly, as if someone were using a dull steel saw to slowly dig out those sealed memories.
But he relished it.
Because for four days straight, he had increased his own dosage, using up two years' worth of Reagent in just four days. The results were indeed spectacular.
After waves of haziness and confusion, his memories slowly returned.
The past twenty years of his life unfolded slowly in his mind like a long video.
Before, he had never realized what there was to remember about all those little details of everyday life.
But now, he discovered that it was precisely those ordinary little moments that had forged him into who he was.
He and his memories could not be separated at all.
His true personality, emotions, decisiveness, and judgment were all gradually returning as well.
Huo Yushen had finally become the Huo Yushen once known as the God of Slaughter again...
He had once thought that what was past was past. After all, he had already written down his most precious memories in his Notebook.
Thinking of the Notebook reminded him that, ever since he was little, his mother, She Zhuyin, had instructed him to write down the important things that happened in his life.
He was not to record them online or store them in Electronic Devices. He was to write them down by hand in a paper Notebook.
He did not understand why, but he had done as she