Zhao opened his eyes…
Slowly, as if he were emerging from a dream that had lasted little more than an instant.
The first face he saw was Ren's, who was stepping away from the medical table with an expression of exhausted satisfaction. The blue fungi that had been applied as final treatment gradually faded from Zhao's skin as they counteracted the intoxication, leaving behind a healthy color he hadn't had in weeks.
The transformation was remarkable to witness. The crystalline quality that had been creeping into his features was completely gone.
"Does it work that fast?" Julius asked, his voice full of natural disbelief as he watched his most valuable soldier blink to focus his vision.
The two medical experts exchanged glances of amazement. Decades of experience hadn't prepared them to witness such complete recovery from a case they had considered terminal.
