The successful healing was a good thing, but the dozen or so people outside the glass wall stood stunned for over ten seconds.
The scene was actually quite comical.
Someone wanted to laugh, but then Xie Youchen and Baili Jing stepped forward from a corner, both with cold expressions. Any budding laughter was hastily suppressed.
Mo Sinan came to his senses and suppressed a laugh. "Miss Jiang," he asked over the communicator, "what's going on? Why is he covered in vines and wearing a grass skirt?"
"It's a long story." Jiang Qingli glanced at Fang Chi, the grown man with the mind of a nine-year-old who was clutching the sleeve of her protective suit. "Just check his condition for now," she said briefly. "Once you confirm he's stable, take him for treatment. He has a lot of wounds that need to be treated."
"Understood. Please have him remain quiet in there for ten minutes, just like last time."
Mo Sinan nodded and had the researchers send in a few diagnostic instruments.
