He stared blankly at his abdomen, because that was where the tumor was located during the physical examination.

Suddenly, a strange feeling broke into Wang Xiao's brain. If he had to describe it, his brain suddenly gained new feelings, as if it could directly affect certain parts of his body.

Wang Xiao didn't care that he was still surrounded by filth. He concentrated his attention on sensing the new sensation, but his eyes were still fixed on the bulge in his abdomen. He began to try his best to control that wonderful feeling.

As a result, it was visible to the naked eye that the bulge in Wang Xiao's abdomen became more and more obvious.

In just a few minutes, the tumor, which was half the size of a fist, had completely appeared on his body surface, like a stone pillar protruding from the ground.

Wang Xiao continued to exert his influence. As the thing was continuously squeezed out of his abdominal cavity, the blood vessels on it gradually shrank, and the skin covering the surface gradually turned from its normal color to dry and yellow.

The thing became smaller and smaller, and shriveled up, like a frozen pear that had been drained of juice, and finally appeared in a slumped state on Wang Xiao's stomach.

Wang Xiao could no longer sense the existence of that mass with his new senses.

It's dead.

In disbelief, Wang Xiao reached out his hand and touched the black thing, only to feel it was rough and hard, and he did not feel any touch.

He gritted his teeth, followed the feeling in his mind, grabbed the thing, twisted it left and right, and then pulled it hard. The black thing along with a strand of skin and several thin threads of unknown substance was pulled off by Wang Xiao.

Wang Xiao groaned, and a few drops of blood splashed on his body. The skin that turned blood red due to tearing began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon it skipped the scabbing process and grew pink skin.

Wang Xiao, still in shock, gasped for breath, looking at his abdomen which had recovered and the black dirt in his hand, his mind fell into great confusion.

If you are no longer terminally ill, would you still commit suicide?