Zhang Ning carried Qin Yi into the city without saying a word, kicked open the door of a medical clinic, "Save him!"
At this time, Zhang Ning's body was covered in blood, and Qin Yi's blood was mixed with his. The doctor saw the look in his eyes and swallowed the words he wanted to refuse. The refusal on his lips turned into "Please come with me."
The doctor put Qin Yi in the cabinet of the pharmacy, and the fragrance of the medicinal materials filled the entire pharmacy. Qin Yi was lying quietly on the couch, his shirt had been taken off, revealing his scarred body, and he was even unconscious.
The doctor pressed his body, checked his pulse again, pondered for a moment, sighed, and shook his head.
"Doctor, how is he?" When Zhang Ning saw his actions, she felt as if a knife had stabbed her in her heart. Was it hopeless?
"It's not optimistic." The doctor pondered for a while and continued, "The flesh injuries can be treated, but he was stabbed and hurt his heart. He may not be able to survive tomorrow." The doctor sighed heavily and left.
Space was given to them.
Zhang Ning sat down next to Qin Yi, put on his clothes, and touched his forehead, as if he just had a fever. Zhang Ning looked at it, and tears fell down unknowingly.
Zhang Ning began to suspect that his lower realm was wrong. If he had no lower realm, nothing in the future would have happened. At least Qin Yi was still well. He was still the young master of the Qin family and would not lie here half-dead like this.
Thinking like this, Zhang Ning became more and more irritable, his energy and blood kept surging, and resentment from all directions converged into Zhang Ning's body.
"What's the point of living?" "Why don't you come with us?" "Qin Yi was harmed like this by you, and you're still alive?" "Go to hell!" The resentful spirits from all directions kept gnawing at Zhang Ning's mind.
, destroying his psychological defense and making him lose himself step by step.
"Ahhhhhh..." Zhang Ning shouted unbearably, with a red totem and devil mark looming between his eyebrows, and the clothes on his body seemed to be torn. Even outside the door, he could feel the energy fluctuations.
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The people in the medical center felt the low pressure and ran out one after another. Qinglong felt Zhang Ning's fluctuations and saw Zhang Ning's degenerate state, and felt very heartbroken. His master, the former God of War, was actually blamed.
The spirit takes control.
The blue dragon turned into a blue light and entered Qin Yi's sea of consciousness. He saw the scene where Qin Yi and Zhang Ning met and got to know each other. He found Qin Yi squatting in the corner and shook his head when he saw his transparent soul.
Not caring too much, Qinglong showed the scene outside to Qin Yi. Qin Yi shook his head and slowly disappeared with Qinglong on his back, leaving Qinglong alone in the sea of consciousness.
"I, Qin Yi, have no regrets in my death because of your kindness! I have no regrets in life or death." Qinglong conveyed Qin Yi's words into Zhang Ning's mind, but unexpectedly, they disappeared into the sea and there was no more fluctuation.
"Zhang Ning..." The man on the hospital bed slowly moved his lips and softly uttered two words, which brought Zhang Ning back to his senses, and the demon mark slowly disappeared.
"Remember, I, Qin Yi... don't regret knowing you. No matter how many disappointments I have, I have to work hard to carry on. Your Qinglong will also feel uncomfortable." Qin Yi closed his eyes and slipped his hand.
Zhang Ning's tears hit Qin Yi's face, but he held them back instantly. No, he couldn't die. Zhang Ning had to save him even if he risked his life.
"Jinghong, protect him." Zhang Ning read the introduction and used Jinghong as an introduction to protect Qin Yi's heart and last trace of consciousness. Zhang Ning carried Qin Yi on his back and left the hospital.
Just as he was about to go out, a knife was placed on Zhang Ning's neck and against Zhang Ning's artery. When he saw the person coming, Zhang Ning couldn't help but sneered, irritating the person coming.
"Shut up Zhang Ning, you still have the nerve to smile! Your mother knows that you are sick from practicing the evil way. How can you still laugh?" Gu Qi asked Zhang Ning sarcastically. He thought that Zhang Ning would just say this.
I'll be scared.
In his eyes, Zhang Ning's weakness is his mother. But what he doesn't know is that this is not the case, and Zhang Ning is not a soft persimmon.
The arrogant words made Zhang Ning feel a little sympathetic to Gu Qi. Didn't he know that he would be beaten for speaking like this?
"So, what do you want to do?" Zhang Ning went straight to the point without going around in circles. Qin Yi couldn't afford to wait.
"What to do? Go back home with me, hand over your weapons, destroy your spiritual roots, and spare your life?" Gu Qi said arrogantly, as if it was a great gift to Zhang Ning.
As soon as he finished speaking, a thunderbolt struck in front of him, cracking a hole. Gu Qi could foresee his fate, so he put the knife and ran out.
"Zhang...Zhang Ning, you don't want to live anymore?" Gu Qi shouted as he ran away. "Just wait, I will never let you go."
Zhang Ning looked at Qin Yi on his back with disdain on his face. Just wait, whoever is afraid of whom. If it comes again, it won't be that simple.