After the battle with Bai Feng, the severely injured and exhausted boy lost consciousness.
The moment he closed his eyes, he felt his body become lighter, but instead of flying into the air, he fell down like a feather that had lost its wind in the air.
This fall seems to have no end, he is constantly floating left and right, but what remains unchanged is that he keeps falling downwards.
Although he didn't know where he would fall, he was not afraid. To be precise, he was now completely exhausted and had no fear of anything.
Even if he was faced with a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in the end, he just wanted to continue to close his eyes and have a good sleep. He had no power to care whether he was alive or dead.
Finally, after wandering for who knows how many centuries, his back rested on the solid ground.
Light?!
The slightly dazzling light made the young man slowly open his eyes.
There are white birds chirping and flying past in the blue sky, the comfortable warm wind blows the hair on the forehead, and the warm sunshine shines on the face.
Is this... paradise?
The boy felt the back of his head touch the soft vegetation. Based on the familiarity of the touch, he could infer that it was grass.
[Ah... how high the sky is... I can't even see it when I raise my eyes...]
【Ah...how close is the sky...the end of the world is connected to the sea...】
There was a girl singing an unknown song very close to her. The ethereal and melodious singing voice echoed in her ears, and the owner of the voice seemed to be within reach.
Strange? I seem to have been here before?
A strange feeling of familiarity came to his heart. The boy wanted to get up and check the source of the sound, but found that his body could not move at all. Opening his eyes was the only action he could do.
By the way, this is a dream.
Although it took some time, the young man still understood his current situation. The reason why this dream gave him a sense of déjà vu was because it was not the first time he had been there.
rustle......
Just when the boy was thinking clearly, the girl's singing stopped, and a sound of light footsteps approached the boy. It was like the sound of wind blowing through wheat straw. He could feel someone exuding a warm smell approaching him.
Come.
Who are you? Why do you always appear in my dreams? Have I ever seen you? What song are you singing? Who are you singing for...
The young man wanted to ask the visitor a question. He obviously had a lot of questions that he wanted to answer, but there seemed to be charcoal burning in his throat and he could not make any sound.
He couldn't change his position from lying on his back, but he didn't need to bother to raise his head. This mysterious girl had already come into his sight.
Now she was standing next to the boy, looking at him with compassionate and gentle eyes. However, at this time, the boy's sight seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and there was only the blurry silhouette of the girl in his eyes.
The young man knew that this was a sign of waking up from a dream.
Damn it! Am I going to miss it again?
He has always wanted to find out the true identity of the man in his dream. This time his goal seems to be within reach. Is it going to end like this again?
I can not be reconciled!
The young man tried his best to lift his arms, but his hands seemed to be nailed to the ground and he could not move at all.
Seemingly noticing the distress in the boy's heart, the girl in the dream slowly knelt down beside the boy and stretched her right hand towards the boy's cheek.
【Here...you shouldn't come...】
The boy's eyes widened. This was the first time in his memory that a sound other than singing came out of her mouth. It was also the first time that he really... touched her.
"Ugh!!"
Before he could recall the touch on his cheek, a bright light flashed in front of the young man's eyes. The blurred vision gradually became clearer, and the young man found that what he saw in front of him was an old, cracked and yellowed ceiling.
"Ahem! Water...water!"
In addition to this rough and familiar decoration, the tip of his nose was also filled with the pungent smell of potion. The boy immediately understood his current position. He wanted to ask the person next to him what else, but he felt as if his throat was on fire.
Make a violent cough.
The young man tried his best to shout out his request. After a sound of tables and chairs moving, a cup of steaming hot water soon appeared in front of him, and Old Woz's voice came to his ears.
"Hey? Boy, you finally woke up."
The young man ignored the wretched old doctor for the time being. Since both hands were bandaged, he put his head close to him, raised his head and drank the hot tea with a slight medicinal smell in it.
Old Woz said while holding the teapot and pouring water into the empty teacup:
"You are really cruel, you have eight broken ribs, the most severely injured right hand has been cut into two pieces, the ulna of your right hand has been broken into three sections, and most of the tendons in it have been torn and damaged. Wow, it's so miserable...
..."
"Just tell me directly whether it can be cured and whether there will be any sequelae."
Listening to Old Woz talking about his condition, the young man's expression did not change much. After all, he knew at that time how serious his injuries were and had an idea of the specific situation.
"Haha, then I won't talk nonsense."
Old Woz suppressed the smile on his face and said a little more seriously:
"When you were brought here, as soon as I saw the condition of your right hand, I planned to go to the tool box to get a saw to amputate you to save your life,"
"oh?"
The young man subconsciously glanced at his right hand. Although the hand was wrapped into a big mallet, he knew very well that his right hand was still there.
"Then what?"
"Huh?! Are you really not afraid at all?"
Old Watts was a little surprised when he saw that the young man didn't even frown. You must know that in thirty years of practicing medicine, this was the first time he had seen such a patient who didn't take his injuries seriously at all.
"Don't be afraid. Anyway, my hands are fine now. So what's going on with my left hand? Why is it tied like this?"
"Although your left hand is not as badly injured as your right, your wrist is dislocated and your little finger is broken. It took me a lot of effort to reconnect those bones for you."
"Oh, is it so?"
The young man's voice was very calm, without any fluctuations, and his face showed no signs of abnormality except for being a little pale, as if all the injuries on his body were just an illusion.
In fact, it was not the case. The place that should hurt still hurt. The boy didn't express anything, just because injuries were just a common occurrence for him, and he just woke up and didn't want to make a fuss. Although this injury may be the most serious one,
This was not the first time he had encountered serious injuries that brought him to the point of death.
"Boy, you may not be so lucky next time!"
Old Woz shook his head and said in a serious tone:
"Considering your boy's future and preventing you from becoming disabled, I put a few bone nails into your broken bones and connected them, and then I barely managed to save your hand. Of course your
I also opened an operation on your chest and reattached the bones, so you have nothing to do now except to recuperate from your injuries."
Although Old Woz is not a very reliable person, his medical skills are indeed first-rate. In addition to his status as a pharmacist, Old Woz is also good at surgery.
I would like to treat him here, as soon as he wakes up, his right hand, which has withstood the double impact of the Gang Qi and the ground, will be gone.
"Thanks."
The young man couldn't think of any appropriate words to express his gratitude. The overly eager tone was not suitable for this wretched old man. After hesitating for a moment, he could only squeeze out a plain "Thank you" from his mouth.
But he remembered the kindness.
"No need to thank me. After this trip, you now owe me 2,500 steel coins for medical expenses. Remember to pay the debt within three days, otherwise I will charge you 10% interest every day."
Hearing this exaggerated amount, the young man exclaimed: "Tsk! You are blackmailing me!"
I retract my preface and thanking Old Woz is a wrong idea. This guy never does good things for free.
Old Woz stared and said: "Hey! Boy, if you really think it's not possible, I'll kick you out right now. Love can't cure you."
"Didn't I get reimbursed this time?"
People had to bow their heads under the roof, and the young man could only admit it. However, he was injured in the arena, so logically he should have received medical benefits like last time.
"No, there is no news from above this time."
Old Woz shook his head in denial. Although he was greedy for money, Old Woz would not report the information indiscriminately.
"Besides, this is not a life-and-death fight. Injuries sustained in ordinary gladiatorial matches are never subsidized for treatment costs, even if you defeat that arrogant tigress."
"That tiger woman...how is she?"
Hearing Old Woz mention Bai Feng, the young man remembered about this female tiger-man.
Although Bai Feng vomited blood and fell down at that time, it was said that she was injured by herself, but it had to be hidden from the eyes and ears of others. Even if it was fake, it had to be real, so her injury should not be too light, and of course it wouldn't be serious.
As for why the boy cares about Bai Feng... Although the injuries on his body are basically due to Bai Feng, he also knows that the injury this time is closely related to his insistence on showing off. In addition, Bai Feng
He held back his hand at every turn on the field, and even took the initiative to give up an easy victory. This made the young man not have any resentment towards Bai Feng, but instead had a lot of good impressions.
Old Woz moved his brows and said, "Oh? She's very good! Orcs always have strong recovery powers. She was alive and kicking and left less than half a quarter of an hour after she was carried to my place."
"Okay, I will find a way to deal with the money."
The young man felt better when he heard that Bai Feng was indeed fine.
As for the sky-high medical expenses demanded by Old Woz, he also knew that he had to pay it. After all, if he was injured in Iron Feather City, he would still have to seek treatment from Old Woz. Besides, Iron Feather City was so big after all, so he couldn't owe the bill.
Maybe he can run.
And at this time, he was still in the hands of old Woz. Who knows if this old bastard with corrupt medical ethics would cause trouble for him.
It's better to agree to it now and think about the money later.
"Oh, that's right."
As long as the money is in place, Old Woz is indeed a qualified doctor. He suggested to the young man:
"You kid, please pay attention to rest in the future. Human bones are very fragile and cannot withstand too much stress. Moreover, your muscles and veins are seriously damaged. Before the muscles and veins recover..."
Old Woz's sudden pause made the young man feel unsure, and he quickly asked: "What's wrong?"
"You can't get lucky."
"Haha?! How long is this going to last?"
These words immediately made the young man realize the seriousness of the problem. At that time, the forceful absorption and movement of Bai Feng's Qi indeed put a great burden on his muscles and veins, but he did not expect it to be so serious.
"It is not easy to recover the tendons. With your recovery power, it will take less than half a year...which means it will take about two to three months for you to continue practicing."
How could it be so serious?
The young man did not believe in evil, so he ignored Old Woz's warning and began to try to mobilize his fighting spirit.
"Uh! It hurts!"
As soon as the black fighting spirit passed through his veins, the young man felt a pinprick-like pain.
"Hey! Boy, if you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer a lot, right?"
Old Woz tugged on his goatee and smiled obscenely. It was obvious that the young man's unlucky look was also part of his calculations.
The young man who had just recovered from the pain exhaled and asked, "What on earth is going on with me now?"
Seeing the heavy look on the young man's face, Old Woz looked a little more serious. He replied: "If the normal body is a sponge, the tendons are like holes in the sponge, and your current tendons are like
A piece of dried sponge, the hole is almost closed, it is very difficult for Dou Qi to pass through it like water. Forcibly pouring it in will cause quite serious Dou Qi to overflow. Dou Qi cannot directly penetrate the veins and jump directly into the muscles, and you
The muscles of the body do not have the ability to directly accommodate fighting energy, and a rejection reaction will occur, which can be fatal in severe cases."
"So, do I have to wait for the tendons to heal naturally?"
Whether Old Woz was being alarmist or not, the young man knew very well. His current tendons were in very bad condition and he was unable to use his fighting energy at all. If he tried to forcefully use his fighting energy in an emergency, he would probably hurt himself to death first.
As for why this happened, I'm afraid it was the result of him forcibly circulating the Gang Qi from the Khajiit Bai Feng at that time, and Bai Feng's Gang Qi was the secret Tiger Gang Qi passed down by the Khajiit tribe.
The Gang Qi is inherently strong and violent, and the Tiger Gang Qi is the best among them. Even the Khajiit, who are generally physically strong, is not able to cultivate the Tiger Gang Qi, and the young man's physical strength and tendon condition
It's worse than the average tiger-man, and even worse than the talented Bai Feng.
At that time, in order to perform the copycat version of Tiger's Breath Fist and Moon-Chasing Meteor, the boy absorbed Bai Feng's Gang Qi and forced the violent and tyrannical energy to circulate in his veins for a week, just like the height and weight of a car.
The large armored vehicles that exceeded the standard drove into the small tunnel. Although they finally managed to pass through, the tunnel reached the point where it had to be closed for repairs.