In the muddled liquid, a surge of energy accumulated, and through Lin Chen's pores, it infiltrated his body.
The places where he was injured, with the infusion of this medicinal power, emitted a strange sensation of tingling and numbness. Those wounds felt as if they were covered with ants, making him itch unbearably, unable to resist the urge to scratch them.
"Don't move, this is the time for growing flesh."
Chen Lin suddenly spoke up, stopping Lin Chen's actions.
He was aware of Lin Chen's current condition; some of the muscles and bones in his body were already broken, and the concocted medicinal vat possessed the marvelous effect of renewing his wounds and mending bones.
Listening to this advice, Lin Chen dared not make any further movements.
He rested his head against the vat, simply closed his eyes, calmed his spirit for relaxation, and strongly endured that tingling sensation.
