Long Chen sat cross-legged on the cultivation platform, the stone cool beneath him. The cave was silent except for his breathing and the faint hum of spiritual energy from the formations carved into the walls.
"Alright," he said quietly. "System. Show me."
The notifications he'd minimized earlier exploded across his vision in a cascading wall of green text.
[Emergency Medical Assessment - Recorded During Combat]
[WARNING: Critical injuries detected]
[- Fractured ribs: 7]
[- Shattered collarbone: Left side]
[- Internal bleeding: Moderate]
[- Torn muscles: Multiple locations]
[- Qi depletion: 94%]
[- Meridian stress: Severe]
[Recommendation: Immediate medical attention required]
[Status: Injuries stabilized through demonic possession. Host survived.]
Long Chen winced reading through the list. He'd known his body was destroyed during the fight, but seeing it spelled out like a medical report made it real.
'Seven broken ribs. No wonder breathing hurt so much.'
