Chapter 142: Miracle

Seeing Wang Ruijin’s ghost-like expression, Zhou Liming smiled bitterly in his heart; how could a body modified by Fierce Beast Gene be measured by the standards of ordinary people?

Of course, Zhou Liming could not tell him the reason for this series of results. Judging by their appearance, they did not know about the existence of a Super Warrior, which suited Zhou Liming’s ideas just fine. It was impossible for him to return to the Grand Rear of human society now. The crime against humanity was definitely not a joke. The gap between going from a national hero to a public enemy of mankind…

Although he could return to the rear of human society, given the current chaos, Zhou Liming was sure that as long as he kept a low profile, no one would discover his identity.

But Zhou Liming was not that kind of person; he did not like living a life of hiding, like a rat crossing the street. Just as he had pursued freedom before, this small Settlement had once made Zhou Liming overjoyed. Was there a place more ideal than this?

Wang Ruijin was worthy of being a doctor; he quickly calmed down, took out cleaning water from the medical box, and carefully disinfected his hands and the small scalpel. He used the tip of the knife to pick away the yellow pus. After cleaning the entire wound, he took out a bottle of black ointment. As he scooped it out, he said, “It’s too dangerous in the city, and medicine is limited. This is a healing medicine handed down from my ancestors; it works very well and is very helpful for generating flesh and removing toxins.”

Zhou Liming knew that many folk prescriptions were very effective.

Carefully applying the black ointment to the wound, looking at the dark red wound, Wang Ruijin still trembled a little. Zhou Liming’s tough style of not making a sound from beginning to end made Wang Ruijin nod slightly. On this point alone, he was definitely not someone an ordinary person could compare to.

After applying almost the whole bottle of ointment, Wang Ruijin took out a roll of gauze from the medical box and began to wrap it up.

Finishing this, he took out a fever reducer and a small syringe. After giving Zhou Liming a fever shot, he packed up the medical box, sighed, and said, “Whether you can pull through depends on your own fate. I have done everything I can.”

The pain in the wound was weakening as the black ointment took effect, bringing wisps of coolness.

“Thank you!” Zhou Liming knew that apart from these two words, he had nothing to repay the other person.

Wang Ruijin smiled a bit and said, “Save that sentence for when you survive.” He shook his head and left the room with the medical box.

Perhaps the fever shot took effect, or perhaps it was the black ointment, but Zhou Liming could feel that he had recovered some strength. But the high concentration of energy over the past few days had left him physically and mentally exhausted. The wound felt cool from the black ointment, which was very comfortable. This allowed Zhou Liming to close his eyes and quickly fall into a deep sleep.

He did not know how much time had passed, but the Cave gradually became lively.

When Zhou Liming woke up, Wang Lei happened to come in, bringing a bowl of fragrant porridge. Seeing Zhou Liming open his eyes slightly, he said happily, “You’re awake. Eat it while it’s hot. This is Flower Fish Porridge; it’s very nourishing.” He became cheerful, “Uncle Rui is really stingy; he was only willing to give a tiny bit of Sand Ginseng.”

Hearing Wang Lei’s words, a wave of emotion rose in Zhou Liming’s heart.

He checked his physical condition; although the feeling of weakness was still there, it was much better than before.

Zhou Liming sat up with difficulty. Wang Lei was too late to stop him. He put down the porridge, supported Zhou Liming, and said, “My uncle said you’d better move as little as possible, be careful not to tear the wound.”

Zhou Liming naturally knew his own injury best. His super-strong physique was constantly repairing the wound. As his strength recovered, this speed would increase. Do not forget that the effect of the Fierce Beast Gene could continuously split cells. Like the injury suffered in City Wan J before, it healed completely in just one or two days; the speed was definitely amazing.

“What time is it now?”

The light outside was somewhat dim, and inside the Cave, only a small fire was burning in the center, providing a small amount of light.

Wang Lei said, “Six-thirty. It gets dark easily in winter.” He explained, “To avoid Fierce Beasts discovering this place, firelight is not allowed at night. This small fire cannot be seen clearly from the outside. Although it is dim, it is better than pitch darkness.”

Zhou Liming nodded; this was the same principle as the ban on lights in the city.

Having not eaten for a few days, Zhou Liming, with Wang Lei’s help, finished the bowl of hot porridge almost instantly. Sand Ginseng stewed with Flower Fish Porridge, or Flower Fish stewed with Sand Ginseng Porridge? Zhou Liming did not want to investigate this question anymore; anyway, it tasted very good. The important thing was that it could allow him to recover his strength as soon as possible.

Although it was early, the noise in the Cave gradually became smaller, and finally, everyone stayed in their own grass huts, and the entire Cave quieted down.

As a modern person, falling asleep before eleven or twelve o’clock at night was not an easy task. But here, one had to stop talking and sleep before eight o’clock in the evening; there was no entertainment, no TV, no computer, nothing. In Zhou Liming’s view, this kind of life was a form of torture.

The ban on talking did not really mean not making a sound; quiet conversation was still possible, so the entire Cave was filled with the “buzzing” sound of these quiet conversations.

Before going to sleep, Wang Ruijin came in to check once. Of course, he was surprised again by Zhou Liming’s current recovery. Then he shook his head and left, muttering to himself. In his eyes, this young man had already been equated with a monster. But now did not represent tomorrow; perhaps this was just the last radiance of a setting sun?

Who knows…

Late at night, people snoring everywhere in the Cave made Zhou Liming smile bitterly.

It was not that Zhou Liming did not want to sleep early, but he had only slept for two or three hours before naturally waking up. For a Super Warrior, maintaining about three hours of sleep a day was enough. Even though Zhou Liming was injured now, it was no exception. After sleeping for a few hours, he felt that his spirit was very sufficient.

With the recovery of his spirit, the Super Warrior’s physique began to undergo amazing changes.

Zhou Liming could feel the power in his body constantly recovering; that mysterious power lurking within began to revive, making his blood boil and his cells start dividing again, repairing the wound at a terrifying speed. Do not doubt the self-healing ability of a Super Warrior; it was more than a hundred times that of ordinary humans.

The pain brought by cell division was huge, like being pricked by needles all over one’s body.

This feeling was very unpleasant, like being tortured by the cruel punishment of Lingchi. But no matter what, Zhou Liming could only endure it silently. He knew that this was actually a good thing; this wound, which seemed absolutely fatal to others, could be repaired in a short time. Moreover, with the division of cells, his power would also increase bit by bit.

Sometimes Zhou Liming wondered if his strength would increase a little every time he was injured?

Of course, this was just a guess; Zhou Liming did not dare to take the risk to try it. That would be joking with his life. He had only been in this world for nineteen years and still had plenty of time to spend. If he died like this, wouldn’t it be a bit too stifling?

Compared to the radiation cell fission suffered on the Indian Peninsula last time, this could only be considered a small matter.

The division and combination of cells only lasted for more than two hours before ending. At this time, Zhou Liming was soaked in sweat caused by the pain. He checked his wound; it was basically repaired. But this position was still a bit painful and needed some time to recuperate before it would be fully recovered.

Feeling the power within his body, that surging sensation returned to him once more; he had recovered at least about ninety percent of his peak state.

Zhou Liming was also dumbfounded by this recovery speed. To think that just this morning, he was almost dead from severe injuries, but who could have imagined that in just one day, he would become full of life and energy again. The body modified by the Fierce Beast Gene was simply abnormal; such a severe injury recovered so quickly after receiving proper treatment.

Recovering about ninety percent of his power, what concept was this? It meant that no Super Warrior was a match for Zhou Liming.

Dealing with a Level Six Fierce Beast was not difficult for Zhou Liming; a single Form Skill could finish it off. As for facing a King-level Fierce Beast among Level Six Fierce Beasts, Zhou Liming did not know if his Form Skill could still solve it. But it could be said for certain that he also could not withstand its Form Skill attack. From suffering the Heavy Electromagnetic Cannon this time, Zhou Liming had a new understanding of his defensive power.

Thinking of the soon-to-appear Seventh Level Fierce Beast, Zhou Liming sighed slightly. Would a higher level existence be another qualitative breakthrough?

After thinking chaotically for a long time, Zhou Liming had no clue, so he simply closed his eyes to rest.

In the early morning, the people who had gone to bed early could not hold back; they got up early and started to get busy.

Don’t look at how rundown this small Settlement was and how ugly it looked everywhere, but the division of labor was extremely clear, and it had its own management layer. Who needed to do what and who was responsible for what had long been arranged. So everyone knew what they had to do; it was very orderly and not messy at all.

The living place was like primitive society, but the pots, pans, and bowls used were modern, which looked somewhat strange and awkward.

Zhou Liming wanted to get up, but thinking of his injury, should he tell Wang Ruijin that he was already recovered? Wasn’t that nonsense? His wound healed in one night; wouldn’t Wang Ruijin dissect him on the spot to see what his body was made of? Although with Zhou Liming’s ability, Wang Ruijin could not dissect him, Zhou Liming still decided to rest for two or three days and try to behave like an ordinary person.