With the first ray of morning sunshine, Zhou Li awoke.
In fact, he had already fainted while standing on the stage. But he could still stand, so he won.
He instinctively lifted the blanket to find that his lower body, messed up before, had completely recovered, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
Thankfully, he wouldn't disappoint the God of Small Hawks.
Jumping out of bed, Zhou Li found his body had recovered to its peak. As he marveled at the miraculous medical skills of the Da Ming, he was surprised to discover.
Oh my God, I can't talk.
"Aba aba."
Zhou Li tried to speak, but only two syllables came out.
"Regrettably,"
