"This child has multiple fractures all over his body and ruptures in his internal organs. You parents are not here yet. Do you know that every year there are many children who cannot bear the pressure in the adult examination and need the company of their parents..."
It lasted for nearly two days, and all Zhang Xuezhou could see was darkness.
This time, he finally heard some sounds.
This made him try to open his eyes.
"How's your body?"
"It should be pretty good. He didn't hit his head when he fell. It's a blessing among misfortunes!"
"The effects of the anesthesia should be over soon, and you can visit the hospital bedside later!"
…
The doctor's voice came, and Zhang Xuezhou finally opened his eyes.
What caught his eyes was a pale white light.
Although they were exactly the same lights, Zhang Xuezhou felt pale when he saw the hospital lights for some reason.
Most of the people in the hospital are sick.
Now that he has become one of them, Zhang Xuezhou's feeling is even worse.
His body shook unnaturally, which made Zhang Xuezhou curse lowly.
Even though his bones were broken due to the fall, he still had various sensations of flapping his arms and flying in his mind.
"What the hell!"
If his body continues to maintain this state, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he can only survive on the first floor.
He thought about the demonic power mentioned by King Jinchan and transformed into spirits, and had no choice but to wait for his thoughts to slowly change.
But the feeling of waving the wings was not too bad. Zhang Xuezhou only felt a slight pain in his left arm and it was difficult to move. Zhang Xuezhou lifted his right arm.
He tilted his head slightly and immediately saw the bandages wrapped around his left arm.
When Zhang Xuezhou looked down again, he saw that his waist and legs were also fully wrapped.
He blinked his eyelids and saw the bandage floating on his head.
"Doctor, are the bandages in your hospital free of charge?"
Zhang Xuezhou asked in a low voice with dissatisfaction.
Through the conductor next to the hospital bed, the sounds from the outside world are extremely bright.
"Your son is awake!"
The doctor's voice came, and Zhang Xuezhou saw the ward door open. After a disinfecting sound, Zhang Weimeng's figure appeared at the door.
"Xuezhou, how do you feel?"
Zhang Weimeng is nearly forty years old, and his thick eyebrows and big eyes have the temperament of a scholar.
He is no longer young, but he still maintains an extremely youthful appearance.
This is probably related to the fact that Zhang Weimeng spends all day collecting and writing. After all, collecting and writing does not require much physical effort, and there is no possibility of aging due to fatigue.
If you put yourself next to Zhang Weimeng, it wouldn't be strange to take a photo of the two brothers.
This situation also involves Zhang Xuezhou’s mother.
People who can rely on their beauty to do live broadcasts are not too old, and Song Fengying's aging is not obvious.
The only drawback is that Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying like to mess around and have no idea of working normally and stabilizing their lives.
"I feel bad!"
Zhang Xuezhou waved his right hand and shook his head, which was difficult to move. He felt that the current state was terrible.
If I remember the date correctly, they will take the adult exam today.
Many days of hard study gave way to a trance in his mental state. Zhang Xuezhou felt that nothing in life could be worse than this.
It makes his efforts these days look like a joke.
"You don't have to be discouraged, you must know that life is not just one path," Zhang Weimeng comforted.
Zhang Weimeng is certainly aware of Zhang Xuezhou's frustration.
But he felt that whether Zhang Xuezhou was admitted to college was not too important. What was important was to guide Zhang Xuezhou back to a state of physical and mental health.
There is no disease in this world that money cannot cure.
Zhang Xuezhou's illness is just a 'disease of poverty'.
He frowned, not satisfied with himself for doing nothing for so many years.
Nothing should be like this.
But he really can't repeat the glory of others.
Without the right time, place, right people, and right people, no matter how much he imitates, it will be useless.
This also includes Song Fengying.
After years of hard work, the couple's family has become increasingly poor.
Zhang Weimeng knew exactly where the symptoms of the problem were, but he was unable to change them and could only continue to act recklessly.
If he had to balance his daily work and a stable life, he felt that he would never be able to turn around in his life.
But he has indeed neglected too much over the years.
If a young man has a great fortune, there is indeed more than one path in life for a young man, but with a father like him, Zhang Xuezhou has no choice.
He touched Zhang Xuezhou's forehead and remained silent for a while. It was difficult for him to say anything to comfort Zhang Xuezhou.
"There is only one path in life, you can only move forward, not retreat," Zhang Xuezhou retorted with a frown.
His life was so bleak that there were only wisps of starlight, and he was progressing without retreating.
Once Zhang Xuezhou retreats, it will be difficult for him to see hope.
Zhang Xuezhou doesn't have much hope for his native family.
If he did not seek a free treatment method, it would be difficult for Zhang Weimeng to afford the corresponding expenses.
"You don't have to think so extreme!" Zhang Weimeng said.
"You have been writing books for nine years, haven't you ever thought about changing your career?" Zhang Xuezhou said.
"I will definitely make a fortune by writing a book!"
Zhang Weimeng couldn't help but blush and clenched his fists due to the pain in his heart from being pierced by Zhang Xuezhou.
"You're hanging from a tree!"
Zhang Xuezhou responded.
Zhang Weimeng didn't irritate him, and he didn't irritate Zhang Weimeng either.
This is probably an extreme family, so the eldest brother should not laugh at the second brother.
But Zhang Xuezhou's current state is indeed a bit bad. He is in a bad mood. The exchange of words has irritated Zhang Weimeng, and Zhang Xuezhou can't help but feel a little silent.
In the ward, the father and son seemed a little embarrassed.
"Actually, there are some things we shouldn't hide from you. If we didn't travel blindly before you were born..."
While Zhang Weimeng was talking about useless history, Zhang Xuezhou began to constantly try to mobilize the power in his body.
At this time, he only hoped that the Taiqingzhen Technique, which he had seen once in reality, would not be part of his mental illusion.
Zhang Xuezhou wanted to test whether this technique could really be introduced into reality very early on, but he tried hard to restrain the idea of injuring himself for the experiment.
It was not until this time that Zhang Xuezhou had the opportunity to use the Taiqing Zhen Technique when his body was injured.
The white seeds in perception bloomed into two leaves, and strands of white light penetrated the acupuncture points that are difficult to see in medical anatomy, and finally converged on the fingertips.
Zhang Xuezhou looked at the fingers flashing with white light, and then reached out and touched himself.
Just for a moment, Zhang Xuezhou felt that all the pain in his body was gone.
At the same time, a numbing feeling surged through his body, as if there were countless ants crawling back and forth in his body.
"I hope it's not my imagination!"
It is not surprising for people to experience any strange feelings in their bodies when they are in different mental states.
Zhang Xuezhou found it difficult to judge the truth for a while.
But he can wait for the results.
As the light of the white seeds gradually dimmed, Zhang Xuezhou felt his left arm move slightly.
Then, his legs and feet also slightly bent.
The body's consciousness has returned. This chapter has been completed!