Not long after Wang Jian left, Zhang Li awoke.
The moment he woke up, Zhang Li was still a bit groggy. His body felt weak, but compared to the agony he had been in, this weakness was nothing.
Oh, right...
Speaking of the pain, Zhang Li recalled that the problem seemed to stem from the medicine he'd taken.
He immediately sat up, pulled open his waistband, and looked down.
"Phew! It's fine! Everything's okay now."
Zhang Li breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed back onto the bed.
Xiao Jian is really incredible... He was genuinely terrified in retrospect. While marveling at his recovery, he still felt a phantom pain. It was psychosomatic. Zhang Li felt that even the slightest touch would be painful.
Can I still use it?
That was Zhang Li's biggest concern right now.
