As a rhythmic drumbeat sounded in his chest, Qin Siyang's consciousness gradually settled.
Although he had no idea what was happening outside, his strength was steadily returning.
He could not open his eyes, but he could feel his breathing growing steadier, his shattered bones reforming, and blood surging through his depleted veins.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Qin Siyang suddenly sucked in a breath, his chest heaving. His consciousness finally emerged from its slumber, and he opened his eyes.
When the light reached his eyes and he could see again, his heart eased a little.
Lying on a warm bed, Qin Siyang looked at the familiar furnishings in the room and knew Quan Taibin had saved him.
It seemed he had been right to trust Quan Taibin after all.
At that thought, he felt both relieved and pleased with the clever arrangements he had made before losing consciousness.
"Hard work finally pays off. I've finally recovered..."
Clang-
Qin Siyang tried to turn over and get out of bed, only to roll straight off it.
Hearing the noise, Quan Taibin ran over from the laboratory next door. "Hey, you're finally awake!! Take it easy! Your legs haven't grown back yet, so why are you rushing to get out of bed? I made you a wheelchair. I'll bring it over in a moment."
Only after hearing Quan Taibin's words did Qin Siyang realize he was missing something.
He looked at his lower body, which had still not regrown, and exclaimed in shock, "What?! My legs still haven't grown back?!"
"It's not just your legs. Your shoulders and your body are cursed too. They can't recover until the curse is lifted."
"A curse?!"
Qin Siyang pulled back the covers and saw that several patches of his body had turned a dark purple.