"Mr. Sha won't wake up just yet."
Su Bai gently touched Sha Linghai's forehead, sensing that his condition had stabilized. He narrowed his eyes slightly, checking Sha Linghai's breathing and heartbeat. Although many unknown variables remained, he had at least saved Sha Linghai's life for the time being.
"We don't yet know what lasting effects there might be, but his life is safe for now." There was a note of caution in Su Bai's voice, but he also understood that, after today's several experiments, this was already a considerable victory.
Now, even without approaching Sha Linghai, they could clearly hear his steady breathing. The gentle rise and fall of his chest offered a faint but unmistakable sign of life. Qin Ge kept his gaze fixed on Sha Linghai's body, his initial tension and anxiety gradually giving way to exhausted relief.
By now, all the wounds on Sha Linghai's body had healed. Yet the dark scabs covering him and the scales growing out of his flesh remained in a deeply unsettling state.
Like corroded metal, those scales carried an indescribably eerie sheen. They showed no sign of disappearing; instead, they seemed to have become a hallmark of the mutation Sha Linghai and the others had undergone.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Su!" Qin Ge's voice was filled with gratitude, and even a hint of joyful relief. He could tell that although Sha Linghai had yet to wake, he was merely in a deep sleep, rather than a coma on the brink of death.
Relief appeared in Qin Ge's eyes, as though the burden weighing on his heart had finally lifted a little.
Sha Linghai's breathing had become steady and slow, even carrying a long-absent sense of peace, as though he had slipped into a wonderful dream unlike any he had ever