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Dinner was simple: stir-fried vegetables and a plate of stir-fried pork with green peppers, but there was more pork in the stir-fried pork with green peppers than usual.

Shen Xing ate at a leisurely pace. He felt hungry more easily than usual now. His body was like a never-filling boiler. No matter how much he ate, he always felt like he could eat some more.

He didn't stuff himself with food because he was hungry, but just ate about 10-20% more than usual.

Shen Xing still hoped to be in control of his own body and keep everything within a controllable range, including eating according to his own will.

Compared to Shen Xing, who was carefully calculating his calorie intake, Shen Yuan seemed to be in a good mood, occasionally glancing at the clock on the wall, as if waiting to do something.

When Shen Xing took the meat out of the refrigerator, he saw a round cake, about the size of two palms, inside. He guessed that she had bought it with her own savings, and it seemed that she was going to give it to Li Xiaohua when Li Xiaohua and her father came back.

After Shen Xing finished eating, he picked up his bowl and chopsticks to quickly wash them, but Shen Yuan, unusually, stopped him and took on the task of washing the dishes.

Shen Xing naturally wouldn't refuse if someone was willing to help with such trivial household chores. After he took a thermometer from the living room cabinet and returned to his room, Shen Yuan folded the dishes and went to the kitchen.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, Shen Yuan caught a glimpse of the contents of the trash can out of the corner of her eye. Her lips moved, but she ultimately pursed them.

It's true that I didn't cook it well, but I won't hold it against the patient.

...

Inside the room, Shen Xing locked the door, took out a small homemade first-aid kit from the cabinet, and then found some other things and arranged them on the desk.

Stopwatch, electronic hand grip strengthener, electronic thermometer, pen, notebook, homemade first aid kit, ruler.

I have almost all my belongings in the warehouse. I only have a homemade first-aid kit at home for backup, but it's come in handy now.

On the table, Shen Xing simply laid a layer of gauze. After disinfecting the ruler with alcohol, he used a cotton swab dipped in iodine to disinfect a large area of ​​his left arm.

After disinfecting, he placed the ruler on his left arm, then used another cotton swab dipped in gentian violet to mark lines of 1 cm, 3 cm, 5 cm and 10 cm at different locations.

The dark yellow iodine solution contrasts sharply with the deep purple gentian violet.

Then, he gripped the stopwatch with his left hand, picked up the scalpel from the first-aid kit with his right, aimed at the 1-centimeter purple mark, and made a smooth, shallow cut.

"despair."

As he brought down the knife, he also pressed the stopwatch button with his left hand.

Blood seeped out normally, but the pain did not lessen, and the burning sensation began almost the instant the knife was inserted.

However, the tiny wound on Shen Xing's left arm healed even faster than the one he had experimented with the night before, almost causing him to miss pressing the stop button in time.

"despair."

The timer ended, and the healing time was clearly displayed on it—3.22 seconds.

After wiping away the surface blood with gauze, Shen Xing saw that the skin marked with gentian violet was completely undamaged.

It was so much faster than last night... It started repairing almost as soon as the incision was made... Is it because the wound was too small? Or is it because I spent the day in the infirmary?

Shen Xing quickly jotted down the data in his notebook, then followed the same method, picking up the scalpel again and aiming it at the longer gentian violet punctuation mark.

[1cm - 3.22s]

[3cm - 19.17s]

[5cm - 48.01s]

Shen Xing looked at the data he had recorded and recalled his feelings in the garage yesterday.

Yesterday, I also cut myself with a wound of about 5 centimeters, but it took almost a minute to heal. Undoubtedly, the healing speed is much faster today.

Moreover, after the wound of about 5 centimeters was healed last night, the strange and burning sensation in his left hand quickly disappeared, but now he feels that his left hand still has some strength left.

We should be able to test the limits.

Shen Xing focused his gaze on the 10-centimeter wound.

Just to be on the safe side, he first took out the needles and thread used for suturing from the medical kit and placed them in an easily accessible position.

Ready.

Without any hesitation, Shen Xing, whose marked area had already avoided the main superficial veins, gripped the scalpel in his right hand and exerted force to cut a 10-centimeter-long wound that was almost touching the muscle and was deeper than before.

A large amount of blood gushed out, flowing down his pale arm.

Shen Xing ignored the gushing blood.

The moment the scalpel left his skin, he pressed the stopwatch with his left hand while picking up the electronic thermometer that had been prepared beforehand with his right.

He inserted the cold metal probe directly into the deep incision in his arm, which reached the muscle layer, and even stirred it slightly to ensure that the probe was completely enveloped by the exposed flexor digitorum superficialis muscle inside.

It's like measuring the center temperature of a steak.

As the muscles at the wound site began to writhe and squeeze wildly, Shen Xing felt the metal probe being tightly "bitten" by them.

The numbers on the electronic screen began to jump wildly.

37.5℃... 39.2℃... 41.8℃...

Such inhumanly high temperatures usually indicate protein denaturation or an extreme inflammatory response, even making Shen Xing himself feel dizzy.

At the same time, Shen Xing was also using his willpower to forcefully shout the word "stop" in his mind.

He didn't know how to control whether his left arm would heal on its own, so he could only use this rather idealistic method... after all, this thing itself isn't very materialistic.

Shen Xing had been trying to fight back with his willpower. Just a second before the wound was about to completely close and swallow the thermometer, Shen Xing suddenly pulled it out.

"drop--"

The electronic thermometer beeped, and the final reading froze on the blood-stained screen.

Sweat beaded on Shen Xing's forehead as he trembled slightly as he wrote down the final data in the notebook, which was stained with a few drops of blood.

【10cm——41.01s——43.2℃】

Putting down his stopwatch and pen, Shen Xing wiped the blood off his arm with gauze while breathing slightly heavily.

For a brief moment, the pain and dizziness almost made him faint, but thankfully, he still managed to obtain the data he wanted.

43 degrees...

The human body's high-temperature lethal threshold is usually around 42 degrees Celsius. Above this temperature, ordinary cellular enzymes will be inactivated, and the nervous system will also be damaged.

However, the temperature of Shen Xing's arm was limited to the arm itself, and the heat was mostly concentrated in the core of the wound.

The brain doesn't get a fever either; otherwise, Shen Xing's brain would be cooked.

Now, if you put your arm against your forehead and feel the coolness on your forehead, that's good proof.

And this recovery time doesn't seem to have much to do with the severity of the wound.

It seems to have its own operating logic. When the wound is small, it uses less energy. When the wound is large, it starts to concentrate energy for recovery, which is why it generates more heat than before.

That's why a 10-centimeter wound can heal faster than a 5-centimeter one.

Most importantly, this self-repair mechanism is irreversible. Shen Xing has no way of deciding when to start or stop it; it will continue to repair itself until it is fully healed.

It seems I can't easily let my left arm get injured in front of others anymore... otherwise everyone will see the terrifying scene of his flesh and blood frantically repairing itself.

Shen Xing cleaned up the mess in the room, wiping away the blood from every spot.

While doing these actions, Shen Xing could feel his left hand trembling slightly, and the hunger in his stomach was intensifying. To avoid experiencing the dizziness he had just felt again, Shen Xing decided to go out and get some glucose to drink.

The body's strong reaction indicates that the previous test had approached the limits of its repair capabilities.

【0111】The repair of the arm seems to consume not only the arm itself, but also the nutrients in Shen Xing's body.

If he were to suffer a disability similar to a shortened limb, Shen Xing couldn't guarantee that [0111] wouldn't supply all of his flesh and nutrients to his left arm.

This ability to recover is a double-edged sword...

After packing all his things and changing into clean clothes, Shen Xing practically collapsed into his chair, quietly breathing and recovering his strength.