After Mei Lan had left the room some time ago, Kogan began his healing cycle.
The injury on his wrist had already been treated, and its traces had disappeared.
His heart itself wasn't directly wounded, but the surrounding injuries had affected it.
Broken ribs, torn lung, and a nearly crushed liver.
The external wounds were easy to treat—like the tear in his shoulder.
But the internal injuries required a large amount of essence, along with intense focus—and certainly, patience.
'Ling Shao spent two thousand essence on me, and that gave me a small boost in recovery.'
'If I add four thousand tonight, I'll see significant improvement—though not full recovery.'
Kogan estimated the cost of his treatment.
He had gained some experience in matters related to calculating and estimating essence.
'I need to kill a few more people. When I get a larger amount of essence, I'll complete the treatment.'
Killing was easy, but finding the right opportunity—that was the hard part.
