Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore-Chapter 365: Recovery+ — Super Regeneration!

At the hospital entrance.

"I told you, I'm really much better now."

Xiao He said in a muffled voice while adjusting the mask on his face.

Liu Rulan shot him a glare. "Who knew what madness possessed you in the middle of the night, you nearly scared me to death."

After the doctor's examination just now, they discovered Xiao He was already pretty much recovered.

Getting that answer left Liu Rulan stunned. Even the doctor couldn't help but give Xiao He a few extra glances.

If Xiao He hadn't nearly fainted from fever when he was admitted, the doctor would have thought Xiao He was just a perfectly healthy ordinary person.

Xiao He thought to himself that he did seem overly cheerful, not like a normal person at all. So in the very next second, he immediately feigned weakness, gave a light cough towards everyone, and tactfully said, "Maybe my physical constitution is just good."

Everyone: ... Something feels off.

And so, in the middle of the night, Xiao He and his group hurriedly entered the hospital and then hurriedly left.

Looking at the neon lights of the night, facing the cool evening breeze, Xiao He, who had been muddle-headed and sick for several days, took a deep breath and felt the breath of freedom.

However, he hadn't been "free" for long before Xiao Chen wrapped him up in a coat. "Brother Xiao, get in the car quickly! Your body still needs more recuperation. Don't catch a chill again!"

Liu Rulan also said with exasperation while opening the car door, "It's fine. He's got a strong foundation. Next time he gets a cold, we'll just send him to the hospital again. A few more times lying in bed and he'll behave."

Xiao He carefully wrapped himself in the coat and obediently got into the car: Already behaving, thank you.

It was already past 2 AM by the time they returned to the villa.

After confirming Xiao He was fine, Liu Rulan left directly. Xiao Chen, however, prepared to stay overnight to make sure Xiao He wouldn't run a fever again in the latter half of the night.

Xiao He knew he wouldn't get sick again, but he didn't send Xiao Chen away either. The villa was big anyway, with plenty of guest rooms. Leaving one for his own young assistant was no problem.

Actually, Xiao He had also kept a room for Liu Rulan. But a female agent staying overnight at a male artist's home was easily fodder for gossip if word got out. So even when Liu Rulan and Xiao He worked late because of business, she would insist on returning to her own apartment.

But there was no issue with Xiao Chen, a male assistant.

"Brother Xiao, just call me if you need anything," Xiao Chen said after tidying up the bedroom. "My room door is open, and my phone is on standby. You can just call me directly."

"Okay, you go get some rest now."

Xiao He waved casually, urging Xiao Chen to leave.

Only after confirming Xiao Chen had gone upstairs to his room did Xiao He immediately walk to the kitchen and find a fruit knife.

The villa didn't usually entertain guests, so many things in this kitchen were brand new. Only Xiao Chen sometimes used some of the more basic kitchenware.

This fruit knife was now gleaming and sharp. When Xiao He held it up, he could see his own reflection in the blade.

Xiao He ran his finger back and forth over the blade's edge, confirming the fruit knife was sharp enough. Finally, he applied some force and drew the blade across his finger—

The instant sensation of the blade slicing across his finger was like cutting through tofu. There was a slight dullness, yet it was incredibly smooth. Almost before his brain could even begin to register pain, the blade had already passed through smoothly.

Even so, the wound on his finger didn't immediately gape open. One could only vaguely see the whitened, peeling skin of the fingertip. And Xiao He only needed to apply a tiny bit more pressure for blood to immediately well up.

It was also at this moment that the pain of the cut, along with the flowing blood, was transmitted to the nerves in his brain.

Xiao He took a deep breath.

The next moment, he discovered his wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In another blink, his finger was restored to its original state.

Only the single drop of blood coagulated between his fingers proved the wound's former existence.

But Xiao He still frowned.

This recovery ability was indeed strong, but it was also too heaven-defying.

What if he got injured in front of a crowd? Wouldn't everyone be able to see his wound heal in the blink of an eye?

Tonight's illness could still be brushed off with having a strong physical foundation, but a wound was too obvious... So, conversely, this meant he would be even more afraid of getting injured in the future! What if he slipped up? Wouldn't he be dragged off to some lab to be a test subject for research?

Xiao He felt his current situation was really quite similar to the test subjects in "Corner Also." Possessing immortality, yet only daring to hide in the marginal corners, terrified of being exposed to the light, which would bring about his own utter destruction...

So Xiao He raised his hand again and made another cut on his finger.

This time, he closed his eyes and carefully felt the wound healing...

Several minutes later, Xiao He opened his eyes again.

The wound on his finger was still continuously dripping blood into the sink. The pain of the cut was still being transmitted to his brain. Xiao He immediately turned on the faucet to rinse the bloody wound, then raised his hand to observe carefully—

It was a very subtle feeling, as simple as consciously controlling one's breathing or swallowing saliva. If he wanted it, the wound on his finger wouldn't accelerate its healing. Instead, he could deliberately intervene and alter its recovery speed.

Under Xiao He's observation, the wound, just like at the beginning, continued to bleed steadily, showing no signs of healing at all.

Xiao He curved the corner of his mouth upward.

Good. No need to worry then.

After controlling the wound to heal again, Xiao He turned on the faucet once more, thoroughly rinsing both the sink and the fruit knife clean.

Fortunately, no one disturbed Xiao He at this moment. Otherwise, this scene would have looked utterly terrifying no matter how you viewed it.

After restoring the kitchen to its original state, Xiao He returned to his room to conduct his second experiment—staying up all night!

Would all the negative effects brought by sleep deprivation also be restored?

In other words, did this recovery ability also mean the restoration of energy?

Xiao He waited to see.

The next morning.

Liu Rulan arrived at the villa carrying breakfast, only to find Xiao He already basking in the sun in the garden, looking bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

A bit surprised, she put down the things in her hands, leaned against the picnic table by the garden, and asked, "How are you today? Why are you up so early?"

"I'm fine. I feel completely relaxed all over," Xiao He said, not mentioning he hadn't slept a wink all night. He pulled out a nearby chair, gesturing for Liu Rulan to sit. "Thanks for making the trip here so early in the morning, Sister Liu. Appreciate it!"

"As long as you're okay."

Liu Rulan looked Xiao He up and down, finding that he really did seem completely better. Yesterday he was so sickly he could barely speak. Today, not only was he glowing with health, but even his voice had recovered. It was genuinely a bit impressive.

What super-effective medicine did that hospital give? Is it that strong now?

Or is it just that young people really do have good constitutions?

Liu Rulan sat down. "Not pushing yourself? There's a lot waiting for you next."

"I'm really fine. I guarantee I could stay up for days and nights without any problem."

Xiao He took a sip of soy milk he had opened and cracked a joke.

Liu Rulan snorted a laugh. "I wouldn't dare allow that. If you dropped dead from exhaustion, I'd be in big trouble."

"That's impossible. Let's just proceed with the rehearsals that were postponed."

"Alright. But you should still rest today to stabilize your condition. Tomorrow morning, come with me to the practice room. I've found an instructor to first break down the dance moves for you." Liu Rulan said, "However, the 'Record of Chasing the Wind' side has already started rearranging the shooting schedule. They're currently filming the story segments about Song Chenye's parents' generation. Your scenes are still pushed to January;they can't be changed back."

"Okay, no problem."

The story of the parents' generation in "Record of Chasing the Wind" is the beginning and key to everything, especially the initial massacre scene. The plot filming there basically has nothing to do with Xiao He. The actor playing the young Song Chenye is a kid who just started middle school.

And now, because Xiao He got sick, the final shoot for the grand finale was postponed. So the actors over there were uniformly shifted forward, and the filming location was changed. Therefore, it wasn't convenient for Xiao He to insert himself there to film his scenes now.

But this wasn't a problem for Xiao He. Right now, what he should be most concerned about was the year-end performance event.

This was a first for Xiao He. He needed to take it seriously.