Although Cui Ying and Mo Shaoge differed in the severity of their injuries, they woke up at roughly the same time.
While they were unconscious, medical staff had examined all their wounds. Most looked as though they had been scorched, and their conditions were no longer deteriorating.
Once they woke, naturally, they were no longer as numb as before.
To be precise, the pain woke them both-agonizing, unbearable pain!
Cui Ying had it a little better. Her wound was small and on her arm, so she could still cry out when it hurt.
Mo Shaoge was worse off. His wounds covered a larger area, much of it on his chest. It hurt so much that he dared not breathe deeply, and even making a sound tugged at his wounds. He did not dare move in bed, only twitching occasionally-a sight both pitiful and a little funny.
The medical staff first injected them with painkillers, then took Flower of Life petals from the refrigerator in the storage room and had them chew and suck on them, carefully preserving the residue they spat out.
The research institute collected the residue, and studies of both the Flower of Life residue and the two patients' recovery began at the same time.
Although the Monkey King had ultimately been taken away, they still had Lü Bing, who was comparatively safer and made controlled research easier.
This was a rather encouraging period for Tao Xingzhi and the entire Special Security Team.
Confirmation that the Dawn Association remained active in the world was hugely significant. At least, all available information indicated that Dawn was a thoroughly homegrown supernatural organization of Earth's humans, and perhaps the source of many legends throughout human history.
Its ranks undoubtedly included the inspirations for mythological figures from various countries and regions. Judging