Bai Yaoyao stepped forward and patted Dazhuang's broad face. He didn't react at all and kept snoring thunderously, even louder than before.
"Let's go back, Yaoyao. Listening to him snore is making me sleepy as hell..." Lulu said with a yawn.
"All right, let's go." Bai Yaoyao thought for a moment, then instructed Chen Jing, "Remember, even after Dazhuang wakes up, don't let him leave the room.
"His constitution is unusual. Recovering so quickly from injuries this serious might attract the wrong sort of attention. We don't want him tricked into going somewhere again, only to have his blood drawn for experiments."
Chen Jing and Xue Yang immediately paled. They nodded hastily and promised, "Okay, okay! We absolutely won't let Dazhuang go out! We'll stay by his side every second."
Bai Yaoyao nodded. She really wasn't being alarmist. In her previous life, there had been someone whose name she'd forgotten-his surname might have been Ji-who had awakened a regeneration ability. At level four, he could recover quickly after being injured.
That had attracted some ill-intentioned people, who captured him and discovered that his blood could actually be used as healing medicine.
His fate after that was easy to imagine. He had been sold for a high price to a ruthless little base, then kept like livestock, with his blood drawn every day for experiments and to supply "healing medicine."
Dazhuang's constitution was even more extraordinary than that man's. If anyone found out, he would meet the same fate, or possibly an even worse one.
She and the others were often busy and couldn't always look after him. To survive long in the apocalypse, you still had to use your own brain. Other people could protect you for a while, but not forever.
After giving her instructions, Bai Yaoyao returned to