"I… I'm not dead...?"
On a hospital bed in an infirmary, Ya Ming slowly opened his eyes.
Feeling the tingling sensation all over his body, he couldn't help but be filled with intense confusion.
Clearly, he had been so badly injured before, yet why did he feel completely fine now?
He slowly sat up, pulling open his shirt to check the spot where he was injured.
"How, how is this possible..."
He saw that the bloody hole the monster had shot through was now completely healed.
If not for the scar still there, he might have doubted whether he had just been dreaming.
"Could it be... those aliens saved me...?"
Ya Ming wasn't stupid; his momentary confusion quickly led him to the answer.
Given the extent of the wound that had pierced his chest, unless he was instantly teleported to an advanced surgical table in the Federation Central District, with a team of expert-level medical staff beside him, he was certainly doomed.
