Nuo Lan felt her eyes blurred for a while, and her mind was filled with a sense of trance and nothingness.

As the countdown ended, in just an instant, the world changed.

The dilapidated ruins littered with dead bodies are no longer there, replaced by a clean room full of modern elements.

The strong smell of blood also dissipated, and fresh air flowed into the nasal cavity.

The noise of rushing traffic came from my ears. Outside the window, there were rows of high-rise buildings, and the glass walls reflected the dazzling sunlight.

"Huh... I'm back."

After realizing that she was out of danger and returned to the one-punch world again, Nuolan let out a long sigh of relief.

The tense heartstrings immediately relaxed.

Immediately, the previously suppressed feelings of pain and powerlessness surged up.

His consciousness became increasingly drowsy, and his eyelids couldn't stop drooping.

He was about to faint, but he seemed to suddenly remember something.

He forced himself to hold on to his body, which was on the verge of collapse, and he took off the tattered navy uniform he was wearing and stuffed it under the bed.

He rushed forward a few steps quickly, mustered up his last strength, twisted the door handle, and slammed the door.

Then he couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

In his hazy state of consciousness, he seemed to hear footsteps coming from outside the door.

…

…

The pungent smell of disinfectant woke Nolan up from his deep sleep.

With some difficulty, he slowly opened his eyes.

What comes into view is the pale ceiling above.

At some point, he had been put on a classic blue and white striped hospital uniform.

The superficial or deep wounds on the body were also tightly wrapped with bandages.

The most seriously injured right arm was even covered with a thick plaster.

"Finally survived."

Nuo Lan was thinking this in her mind. Before she could take action, she heard a shout full of surprise coming from beside her.

"Nurse! Nurse! Wake up, he's awake!"

When he heard the sound, he saw Sato at the door of the ward, pulling a beautiful little nurse towards him with a cheerful look on his face.

"I know, please keep your voice down."

The nurse glared at the other person and lowered her voice to remind him.

But he kept walking and walked straight to Nuo Lan's bed.

"How do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Holding the medical record in her arms, the young nurse asked with concern.

Looking at the bandages wrapped around her body, Nuo Lan showed a wry smile on her face:

"I don't feel comfortable anywhere, I feel uncomfortable all over."

Seeing that he was still thinking about joking, and considering the injury report in his hand, the little nurse knew that the other party was fine, and rolled her eyes at Nuo Lan angrily.

While bending down to help him raise the hospital bed, he warned:

"It's not a serious injury. Just take enough rest and it will heal in a month or two."

"Remember not to..."

After reminding Nuolan some things that needed attention, he quietly left the ward.

As soon as the door was closed, Sato could no longer suppress his inner confusion. He jumped to the hospital bed and asked:

"What's going on? I was fine in the morning, so why didn't I see you at noon, and then..."

"So, it was you who sent me to the hospital?"

Instead of directly returning to the other party's question, Nolan asked instead.

"Of course!" Sato puffed out his chest and looked very proud. "I was taking a nap in the room when I heard a loud noise coming from the next door."

"When I went over to take a look, I found you lying on the floor covered in blood, motionless. I was shocked."

As if remembering the scene at that time again, he patted his chest with some fear.

"Then...did anyone in the sword hall see you on the way to the hospital?"

Nolan asked.

"Although it is lunch break and there is no one in the corridor, someone should still see it." Sato tried to remember, his tone seemed a little uncertain. "What's wrong, why do you ask this?"

"It's nothing." Nuolan shook his head with a sincere expression. "Thank you very much this time."

"Harm, what's the big deal?" Sato waved his hand.

Nolan had just woken up from a coma, and Sato, despite his out-of-touch personality, also knew that he should leave time for the other party to rest more.

After chatting in the room for a while, he left by himself.

The ward became quiet again.

Lying on the bed, Nuolan stared straight at the ceiling and murmured:

"This is trouble."

In the pirate world, the situation is critical.

At that time, Nolan was only thinking about delaying as much time as possible in front of Wolfe to wait until the countdown ended, and did not consider other things.

Now that I have finally traveled back through time, although I have received treatment, it is not easy to explain the source of my injuries.

Sato is very nervous, he can also change the topic and put the other party's questions away.

But as for the sword hall, if I ask again...

After all, I was considered an apprentice in the Shun Nian Kendo Hall. Why was it possible that no one asked me if I suddenly suffered such a serious injury in the gym?

In addition, there are surveillance cameras around the building, so a quick check will reveal that he has never left the sword hall.

Excuses such as being unlucky and encountering weird people on the road are self-defeating.

"What should I do..."

Nuo Lan frowned, but she couldn't think of a suitable, logical and consistent explanation.

"If it really doesn't work, when you get better and are discharged from the hospital, why don't you just leave by yourself?"

That's okay.

After all, strictly speaking, the Shun Nian Kendo Gym was just a paid cram school-style place for him to improve his swordsmanship.

If you quit early, you won’t suffer any loss.

The swordsmanship he has learned from the sword hall is already worth the tuition.

Well, if there is really no other way, this is the only way to do it.

"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."

As I was thinking about it, there was another knock on the door.

Nole raised his eyebrows and said loudly:

"Please come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sturdy middle-aged man slowly opened the door and entered.

The person who came was none other than "Yusuke", his swordsmanship instructor at the swordsmanship hall.

Nuolan secretly thought something was wrong, and quickly pretended to be weak.

"What's going on? It's like this?"

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the ward, Yusuke asked directly.

"On the road... I met... a weird person..."

Nuolan replied "as angry as a gossamer".

After all, in the one-punch world, even if the obsession is just a little bit stronger, ferocious "weirdos" may be born as a result.

Lots of them.

If you are not lucky, it is still possible to encounter it.

Although there are many loopholes, Nuolan has not found a suitable excuse yet, so Bian can only use this as an excuse, thinking of trying to get over it first and explain later.

Yusuke opened his lips, as if he wanted to ask something more.

But seeing Nuolan's weak appearance, struggling to even speak, she swallowed her doubts back.

"Then you should take good care of your injuries first. Don't worry about the exams at the sword hall, such as the half-month practice. I will help you ask for leave."

"Thank...thank...coach."
Chapter completed!