Bi Feiyun's worried heart was finally relieved. Although Li Jianguo's hand was disabled, at least his life was saved.
"If Zhi Ming hadn't forced someone to take you down the mountain, maybe... you would never see my master and your brothers again!" Bi Feiyun said with emotion.
After hearing Bi Feiyun's words, Li Jianguo sat up and said, "I'm going to thank him in person."
"Don't worry, he is in the intensive care unit now. We will wait until he comes out. You should rest first!" Bi Feiyun said.
"Intensive care unit?" Li Jianguo frowned and asked, "Who hurt him?"
"The Supreme Elder of the Wudang Sect is a swordsman," Bi Feiyun said.
"Swordsman?" Li Jianguo read the name, and then said, "If you hurt my savior, I will kill him one day!"
"Jianguo, you'd better take good care of yourself first," said Senior Brother Chen Xiaoxia on the side.
Li Jianguo glanced at his empty hand. There was no other expression on his face. It seemed that missing a hand was a very insignificant matter.
"Jianguo, even if you only have one hand, as long as you don't give up, you can still become a God of War powerhouse." Bi Feiyun said.
"I know, Master." Li Jianguo nodded.
"Hey, you're fine here. I hope Zhiming's side is fine too, but it's a bit strange. He only received a few sword blows, and they didn't hit any vital points. How could he be seriously injured?" Bi Feiyun said doubtfully.
In fact, Bi Feiyun was not the only one who was confused, there were many people who were also confused, such as Li Modi, and those in the Dragon Clan who knew Lin Zhiming's strength.
However, Lin Zhiming now looked like he was about to die, and he didn't answer calls, so they had no way of knowing Lin Zhiming's true situation.
A day passed like this.
The swordsman went to the Imperial Capital under the escort of Li Modi and others. News also came from the Imperial Capital. After Lin Zhiming recovered, the Imperial Capital would uphold justice for Lin Zhiming in front of him. Lin Zhiming's recovery was getting better and better.
The sooner, the sooner justice will be done.
"Damn, these people are still doubting me!" Lin Zhiming was eating an apple in the ICU when he learned the news.
Min Ning'er, Zhao Qingchen and Wang Gang were all standing in front of him at this time.
The three people had strange looks on their faces. Just now, the doctor informed them to enter the ICU to see Lin Zhiming. They thought that Lin Zhiming's condition had worsened. The doctor asked them to see Lin Zhiming for the last time. Unexpectedly, they saw Lin Zhiming as soon as they entered the ward.
We arrived at Lin Zhiming, who was sitting eating an apple and covered in bandages.
Although it looks good to see his body covered with bandages, looking at Lin Zhiming's condition, it seems that he is not seriously injured.
"It's a bit hot!" Lin Zhiming said, pulling off part of the bandage on his upper body.
Behind the bandage was pink skin, which could have been better than Min Ning'er's skin. There were some old and new scars on it, but it didn't look like the kind that would make someone near death.
"What's wrong? It's hot!" Lin Zhiming said matter-of-factly.
"No, I mean, you look like you have a pretty good body," Zhao Qingchen said.
"You guys still don't understand?" Min Ning'er rolled her eyes and said, "Boss, this is all acting. How good are you, boss? People really thought you were seriously injured. You didn't do anything all night last night.
It's better for you to just wait outside while you sleep. It's really bad to be here with the air conditioner blowing and fruits blowing!"
"Come to the boss's arms, he will comfort you." Lin Zhiming said with a smile.
"Okay, okay!" Min Ning'er said, and was about to crawl into Lin Zhiming's arms. Lin Zhiming didn't expect Min Ning'er to be so aggressive, so he quickly raised his hand to block Min Ning'er and said, "If you really do, I'll do it."
just kidding."
"Boss, I'm just kidding, after all, I'm not that casual." Min Ning'er lowered her head shyly.
"Then get off my bed." Lin Zhiming said.
"Oh, I accidentally ran into your bed. I don't know why. It's strange." Min Ning'er smiled awkwardly and jumped off the bed.
"Boss, I understand. You deliberately acted like you were seriously injured just to touch the Taoist Porcelain Swordsman, right?!" Wang Gang said excitedly.
"What are you talking about? I am a senior official of the Dragon Clan. How can you use words like "Bengci" to describe me? Lin Zhiming said dissatisfied.
"I understand too!" Zhao Qingchen said with sudden realization.
"Actually, I felt a little weird when you were scolding that swordsman, boss. I just couldn't figure out what you were going to do, boss. Now I finally think about it. Boss, you are really amazing. If you do this, the swordsman
That means poop fell into the latrine, and it’s either feces or feces." Min Ning'er said.
"Ning'er, as a member of the Dragon Clan Public Relations Department, you still need to think carefully about some words. After all, what we do is to mediate conflicts between parties, and we attach great importance to the use of words and sentences!" Lin Zhiming said seriously.
"People know it!" Min Ning'er spit out her sweet tongue playfully.
"Today I let you come in to see me. Actually, I just want to give you a reassurance and let you know why I did what I did. Don't say anything praising me. I know that I am resourceful and far-sighted. You don't need to say it." Lin Zhiming said calmly.
said.
"Boss, I still want to praise you, what should I do?" Min Ning'er looked at Lin Zhiming aggrievedly and said.
"No, no, no, low-key, low-key." Lin Zhiming waved his hands repeatedly, and then said, "I've been here for the most part, and I have to show the play to those who need it, so it's time for us to go to the Imperial Capital to show this thing.
The matter is settled."
"Are you going to enter the imperial capital like this?" Zhao Qingchen asked.
"Otherwise? Do you still have to dress up and show off your clothes?" Lin Zhiming asked rhetorically.
"No...it's just that this doesn't look very good after all. After all, you are also the God of War, and you were beaten like this by another God of War. When everyone sees it, shouldn't they think that you, the God of War, have some substance?" Zhao Qingchen said.
"If everyone thinks so, just think so. I can't help it. As long as I can make that idiot from the swordsman pay the price, it will be worth it no matter what." Lin Zhiming said.
Zhao Qingchen and Wang Gang looked at each other. At this time, they really felt that Lin Zhiming was really different from the previous director of the Public Relations Department, and he was also different from all the gods of war they had ever seen.
This is a person who doesn't play by common sense at all!
"Director, I'll arrange the vehicle right now!" Zhao Qingchen said.
"Yeah!" Lin Zhiming nodded.
Not long after, Lin Zhiming was pushed out of the ward in a wheelchair and came downstairs.
At this time, Li Modi, who had received the news, rushed to the downstairs of the hospital before Lin Zhiming got in the car.
Looking at Lin Zhiming, who was covered in bandages, Li Modi really felt that Lin Zhiming's drama was too much. He couldn't help but said, "Director Lin, you... haven't recovered yet?"
"Ah...um...hum..." Lin Zhiming sat on the chair, opening his mouth, trying hard to look like he wanted to speak but couldn't.
"How can a sword wound on your body affect your vocal cords?" Li Modi said helplessly.
"Our director was seriously injured. Now he has no strength and can't even speak." Min Ning'er said at the side.
"Yes...yes." Lin Zhiming said these two words vaguely.
"Director Lin, do you plan to go to the Imperial Capital Headquarters like this? After all, that swordsman is a guest of our Dragon Clan, and he is also a person who enjoys special allowances. You... don't make it too difficult for the higher ups, that is not good for the Dragon Clan.
." Li Modi looked at Lin Zhiming and reminded.
"Director Li, you have also seen the appearance of our director. The swordsman is indeed a big shot, but our director is a second-level official of the Dragon Clan. A second-level official was beaten like this by a martial artist. If the other party cannot be made to pay enough,
At the price, how will the Dragon Clan manage the martial arts world in the future? Will the Dragon Clan officials kowtow and kneel before a strong man?" Min Ning'er said with a serious face.
"It's not that serious, no... Hey, I won't say it anymore, anyway... Director Lin, everything must be done with the overall situation in mind!" Li Modi said.
"Goodbye when you have the chance." Lin Zhiming suddenly said this, his words were very clear, and he didn't look like he was hurt at all.
Li Modi was stunned for a moment, thinking that he heard wrongly, and quickly looked at Lin Zhiming, but the Lin Zhiming in front of him still looked like he was about to die.
Li Modi sighed. He knew that Lin Zhiming's words were actually telling him that he was not really doing anything, and everything was just a performance by him.
However, what's the use of knowing that all this was performed by him? Is it possible that he can still go to the imperial capital to accuse Lin Zhiming of acting in public? If Lin Zhiming is pretending to be dead on the ground for you, then he
Li Mo's enemy also had to suffer the same fate.
In the end, Li Modi could only watch Lin Zhiming get into the car and drive towards the airport.
"Director, I have booked a first-class ticket for you. You will take the first-class seat in a while, and the three of us will go to the economy class. If anything happens, you can just call us at any time!" Zhao Qingchen said.
"What first class? Why should I take first class and you take economy class?" Lin Zhiming asked with a frown.
Hearing Lin Zhiming's words, Zhao Qingchen felt warm in his heart and said, "Director, you are the director of our Public Relations Department. You can still be reimbursed for flying first class, but we can't. The most we can do when we go out is economical."
First class and second class, please feel free to take first class."
"I don't fly first class." Lin Zhiming shook his head.
Lin Zhiming's words made Zhao Qingchen's heart warm again. He said, "Director, please don't be stubborn. You fly in your first class and we fly in our economy class. It's fine. There is no need to come with us just to take care of us."
Take economy class.”
"I don't even sit in first class, how can I sit in economy class?" Lin Zhiming said with a frown.
"Ah? What do you mean?" Zhao Qingchen asked doubtfully. He thought Lin Zhiming couldn't bear to see him flying in economy class and they flying in first class, but it didn't seem like that at the moment.
"I don't fly first class or economy class. I only fly private planes. My private plane is already waiting for me at the airport. I will just go to the business terminal in a while." Lin Zhiming said calmly.
private plane?!
Zhao Qingchen and others were stunned when they heard these words.