"Can't you feel your legs?" Lin Qiye came to his senses and immediately scanned his body with her mental power again, "No... your legs are not injured, how come you can't feel them?"
"I don't know either...but I just can't feel them anymore." An Qingyu's expression was extremely bitter.
"Don't worry. You just woke up from a coma. It's normal for your body to not fully recover. I'll ask the headquarters to send someone over soon... No, we will take you to the headquarters for inspection later. The equipment there must be improved.
Some."
Lin Qiye spoke very calmly, "Old Cao, you go and drive, I will carry Qingyu...Jiang Er, can you fly into the trunk by yourself?"
"Okay." Jiang Er nodded heavily.
As Jiang Er's coffin floated up automatically, Cao Yuan picked up the car keys on the table and quickly walked into the yard.
[Night] The temporary car used by the team when going to Beijing was originally prepared by Baili Pangpang. It can seat seven people. It is very spacious. Even the trunk has been modified and is more than enough to hold a coffin.
Lin Qiye put some clothes on An Qingyu and carried him directly to the car.
The cold wind on an autumn night in Beijing was biting. An Qingyu was wrapped in a crimson cloak and lay on Lin Qiye's back. He looked at the red car taillights that lit up in the yard and pursed his lips slightly...
"Qiye." He said softly.
"Um?"
"You said...what if I become a disabled person in the future?"
Lin Qiye, who was striding forward with An Qingyu on his back, paused and frowned, "What are you talking about? You are An Qingyu. You are a monster that can grow back its head even if it falls off. It's just a pair of legs. How can you let it grow back?"
Have you become a useless person?
Even if this leg is really useless and you will end up in a wheelchair in the future, Jiang Er can still lie in the coffin and follow us all the way to now. Even if you are in a wheelchair, you are still our deputy captain of [Nightfall]... No one can
Take your place."
Lin Qiye's voice was very firm in the cold wind. An Qingyu looked at his side face blankly, and after a moment, he smiled helplessly,
"I hope..."
[Night] The temporary location of the team is not far from the Shangjing headquarters. In just over 20 minutes, the vehicle slowly stopped at the downstairs of the headquarters.
At the same time, a team of logistics personnel had been carrying a stretcher and had been waiting at the bottom of the building for a long time. When they saw Lin Qiye and others arriving, they immediately stepped forward and carefully lifted An Qingyu onto the stretcher and sent it to the building.
Lin Qiye called the headquarters on the way here. The staff in the logistics and medical departments had already prepared everything... An Qingyu is the deputy captain of the [Night Curtain] team and a hero of the entire Great Xia.
I can afford this battle.
Lin Qiye, Jiang Er, and Cao Yuan stood in the corridor, watching An Qingyu being pushed into the ward. As the ward door closed dullly, the corridor fell into dead silence.
"Jiang Er, don't worry too much. Tianzun said before that there will be some sequelae of soul trauma. It's not a big deal." Lin Qiye saw the worry on Jiang Er's face and comforted him.
"Yeah, no matter what, it's best if people can wake up." Cao Yuan continued.
Jiang Er snorted lightly, "I know... No matter what he becomes, I will take good care of him."
Lin Qiye and Cao Yuan looked at each other and smiled in unison.
The three of them waited in the corridor for more than 20 minutes before a figure in a white coat pushed out the door. Lin Qiye recognized him. He was the deputy director of the Beijing Logistics Department and the top talent in the medical field of the Night Watch.
"Doctor Zheng, how are you?" Lin Qiye asked.
Dr. Zheng opened his mouth, looking like he was hesitating to speak. After a while, he still made a "please" gesture.
"Come in and talk."
Lin Qiye and the other three walked into the medical room. Doctor Zheng picked up several films from the table and placed them in front of everyone one by one.
"We have thoroughly checked and there is nothing wrong with Deputy An's leg itself."
"No problem? Then why did he..."
"The reason why he can't control his legs is probably because there's something wrong with his soul." Dr. Zheng said seriously, "We just used the forbidden ruins to test his soul... but it's strange, we can't sense it.
Looking at the whole picture of his soul, his soul... seems to be different from that of a normal person."
"I heard Tianzun say this." Lin Qiye nodded slightly.
"We cannot thoroughly analyze his soul, so we cannot determine where the problem lies. However, based on the current situation, it should be that his soul itself has mutated, causing deviations in the control of his body.
This situation is more difficult, because no method of modern medicine can have an effect on the soul. We just used some special forbidden ruins to try to repair the soul, but it didn't work at all. His soul is completely immune to any influence from the outside world.
...This situation cannot be completely solved no matter how strong his physical body's regeneration ability is, or even if he simply changes his body."
After listening to Dr. Zheng's explanation, Lin Qiye and others frowned slightly.
"You mean...his legs are incurable?"
"That's the theory."
Lin Qiye's body trembled slightly, and an indescribable sadness appeared in his eyes.
"But... his problems are far more than just that." Dr. Zheng sighed.
"What do you mean?" Lin Qiye was stunned.
"Follow me." Dr. Zheng led the three of them, opened a door inside the medical room, walked through a corridor, and came to another closed room.
The furnishings of this room are very simple, like a monitoring room, with densely packed screens on the wall, and various medical monitoring machines connected to each other and integrated into a central console.
"Look at this." Dr. Zheng pointed to a screen on the wall.
Lin Qiye and the other three turned around to look. The screen was monitoring a small, narrow room. An Qingyu and a doctor were sitting on either side of a small table. On the table were several papers with written
Paper with different numbers and symbols, and something similar to building blocks.
"what are they doing?"
"Questions." Dr. Zheng said slowly, "Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, equations and inequalities, logical reasoning of events, and the splicing and creation of building blocks... This project is usually for patients who have suffered a severe brain injury and have confused consciousness.
Prepared to determine whether their brain's thinking function can function normally."
"Why are you showing us this?" Cao Yuan asked in confusion.
Dr. Zheng sighed, raised the fingertips of his right hand, tapped his temple, and spoke slowly:
"Compared to the loss of feeling in the legs, the really serious problem for Deputy An is here..."