The slowly waking Zhuge Silang was still a bit dazed, instinctively calling out, "Ah Lee."
His sluggish brain gradually began to function, recalling the scene he saw before losing consciousness, feeling as if trapped in a dream.
However, the faint pain in his Dantian and the strong smell of medicine in the room made him tremble his lips, unable to believe it.
Did Su Li really abolish his Dantian? Would he be a cripple for life now?
He didn't believe it, refused to believe it.
He tried to summon his energy self-destructively but found that it only intensified his body's pain, unable to feel the True Qi within him anymore.
"Ah...." Zhuge Silang pounded the bedding in frustration.
After venting, he belatedly noticed the eerie silence outside his room.
With such a ruckus inside his room, it was impossible for nobody to come knocking to inquire.
A foreboding feeling lingered in his heart.
