Cui Ciyou reclined on his bed, focusing on his left palm beneath its thick wrapping of bandages.
A faint tingling came from it in waves, like ants crawling over his skin.
He knew it was no illusion.
It was the abundant vitality within his body, repairing damaged tissue and cells at an absurd speed.
Cui Ciyou calmly and objectively assessed this body's ability to recover.
Today is already the third day since the kidnapping...
At this rate, the wound on my hand should be almost completely healed in another day or so.
About four days in total, and a severe knife wound deep enough to expose bone, perhaps even damage the periosteum, will have healed completely.
Back in my modern world, a cut this severe would probably have left me bedridden for at least six months to a year, even with the finest microsurgical suturing and follow-up care.
And that would only be the best-case scenario. Damage to the tendons and nerves would be extremely likely.
Whether it would affect the hand's fine motor functions, the ones requiring precise coordination, afterward...
Things like using chopsticks, writing, or performing more complex tasks would all remain huge unknowns.
A complete return to normal would be almost impossible.
But since I came to this world, this body has displayed overwhelming physiological advantages across the board.
Not only do wounds heal astonishingly fast, but my body's sensitivity to pain has also become unusually dull.
More importantly, this is perfect functional recovery in the truest sense, leaving no scars or lasting complications.
At that thought, Cui Ciyou slowly and tentatively flexed his left hand, which was wrapped up like a bear's paw.
Beneath the bandages, he felt a powerful, flawless sense of control, as though it had never been injured.
What... absurdly terrifying recovery.
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