An Ning rested underground for several hours, drifting in and out of a dazed sleep.
The bone-deep exhaustion made it difficult for her to truly wake up.
"Ugh... in this frozen wasteland, where am I supposed to find land to farm?"
Lying on the floor, An Ning stared at the ceiling, its color indistinct. Her limbs were sprawled in the most relaxed position possible, but the throbbing pain in her head was a constant reminder of her injuries.
'It feels like these injuries won't heal unless I farm a few hundred acres.'
"Help me up."
The little robot that had been guarding her pushed against her back with its small arms, effortlessly helping her to her feet.
"Thanks. I'm lucky to have you."
After a brief rest, An Ning, with the robot's help, slowly made her way out of the secret underground laboratory.
Her weight had plummeted from just over a hundred *jin* to a mere seventy-something, leaving her emaciated beyond recognition.
