As soon as Lu Bixing's hand touched Lin Jingheng's back, the hot blood immediately touched his hand. He quickly hung his hand in panic again, and used his stiff shoulders to hold the other party's weight, and his legs were shaking for a while.

The emergency jump just now tear the wound so hard that it was impossible to see. Lin Jingheng's eyes turned black, but his consciousness was still firmly attached to the spiritual network.

He silently took a long time before he had enough strength and said almost inauspiciously: "I can't die, help me."

If the injury to the spine was in the primitive era, it would be a high-level paraplegia. Lin Jingheng briefly lost control of his limbs, his body continued to slide down, his chin hit Lu Bixing's shoulders, his nose swept across his neck, and the faint sound was drowned in his rapid and shallow breathing.

Lu Bixing: "What did you say?"

"It's nothing, I'll pay you back... I'll give you back once."

After hearing the latter sentence clearly, Lu Bixing was stunned at first, and then suddenly became an unknown fire in his heart, and he wanted to curse and swear words for a long time. Unfortunately, he had been a role model for several years and pretended to be a gentle and reasonable wolf. This part of his function was deteriorated, so he didn't come up with a suitable word for a while.

During the previous jump, all four students were in the nursing compartment and had taken special medicines, but they could not experience the pleasure of the great movement of the internal organs. Only then did they finally feel what an unexpected "naked jump" was called. They were stunned on the spot. The cockfighting with the best physical fitness crawled and struggled to the trash can in the corner and vomited.

But this time, no one took care of them.

Because the Law on the Protection of Minors is established by the Alliance, since the Alliance is about to blow up the lights and remove waxes, it is not enough for minors to live in the desolate and endless universe to rely on illusory legislation.

The mobile first aid cabin had already slid from the medical room. The one-eyed eagle walked over with her hands behind her back, bent down and looked at Lin Jingheng.

The cold sweat spread along Lin Jingheng's eyelashes, as if it had formed a layer of water film. The eyes under the water film were still covered with thick fog, which was indescribable.

The One-Eyed Eagle had to admit that although the pillar of the Alliance Military Commission was not a thing, he did what he said, and he really wanted his life. He also protected Lu Bixing, the "human-shaped tiger talisman". The arms dealer was in a very complicated mood. According to common sense, when he knew that the secret he had protected for more than 20 years was leaked, he should have killed someone to silence him. At this time, he looked at Lin Jingheng and wished that the car door that had just exploded was a little more inch, and that he would directly divide the man into two and end it.

However, he also knew that Lin Jingheng must not die at this critical moment.

"You heard that the medicine box was not replenished in time," said the one-eyed eagle. "There is only the rest when you come, and you have to save money. How much do you need to save your life, say yourself."

In order to save energy, Lin Jingheng did not speak by himself, so he directly controlled the radio in the mecha through the mental network and asked in the mechanical voice: "Where is the medical box inventory?"

"Micro-surgery instruments are barely enough, and there are not many trauma supplies - healing agents."

"Local anesthesia, I will attach broken bones and nerves to my wounds, and I will not use healing agents to stitch them directly."

Lu Bixing kept avoiding his wound carefully, and the one-eyed eagle was not so gentle. After listening to the injuring's own opinion, he directly pulled Lin Jingheng away from his mother-in-law's son, threw it into the first aid cabin, set up the first aid procedure in a few seconds, and asked again: "There are plasma, comprehensive antibiotics and painkillers... Oh, there are not many painkillers, and the antibiotics seem to be about to disappear."

Lin Jingheng replied with a word of savage, "Don't even do it."

Lu Bixing reached out to stop him: "Go to you, no!"

The one-eyed eagle grabbed his wrist, and the cold light like a falcon appeared in the eyes of the mandarin duck: "He is a man who cherishes his life very much. Over the years, those who want his life can be ranked from here to Votto. Admiral Lin can live to this day, which is not up to his face, right?"

The emergency cabin rolled out smoothly and drove towards the medical room. Lin Jingheng closed his eyes and curled his lips coldly: "Exceeding."

The one-eyed eagle patiently bowed her head and asked in a flattering manner: "Don't you even believe your father's words?"

"Don't cause trouble with you." Lu Bixing firmly shook him away and expressed his position with his actions - chasing him.

One-eyed eagle: "…"

There is a long-lasting question: Dad and this little guy fell into the water at the same time, who do you plan to catch first?

The old Persian cat doesn't want to know this answer now.

He yelled as if he was venting anger: "If this disaster really died like this, it means that he is not as useful as the legendary one. It is not worth mercy to die - do you need to hand over the spiritual network to me?"

Lin Jingheng ignored him.

Zhanlu replied for the master: "He doesn't have this habit."

"Oh, yes, even if you fall asleep, you still have one eye to observe the surroundings. The first persecuted paranoia in the league, even the countrymen in our eighth galaxy are well-known." The one-eyed eagle sneered lazily, turned around, and looked at a few students who had just climbed up with the wall. "So weak, what is it like? The family was destroyed overnight and there was nothing like this. I got used to it after experiencing a few more times. Whoever lives longer is the winner. Now go and rest. Long-distance travel requires a stable biological clock, and the mecha needs to be adjusted to the day and night mode. Since someone is willing to suffer, I will have a good meal and sleep. I still have to keep my strength and cut off the iron head and feed the dog."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Jingheng, who had been pushed into the medical room, seemed to hear it. The brightness in the mecha began to gradually decrease. The original sunlight-like lighting gradually dimmed, and in the end only the instruments were left, the guide lights on the steps... and the fluorescent grass planted by Principal Lu.

A layer of artificial night was pulled down.

This small mecha has two floors in total. A row of narrow stairs along the edge, which can reach the second floor. There are several small rooms lined up at the end. The furnishings are simple, and the daily necessities are the set that the mecha comes standard when it comes out of the factory. It has not been unpacked and no one has lived in it at first glance.

The one-eyed eagle said that he would rest as soon as he rested, so he picked the innermost room and closed the door and went to bed.

Lu Bixing was wandering outside the medical room, staring down at the bloodstains of his hands.

White called him carefully: "Teacher..."

Lu Bixing was shocked and seemed to have come back to his senses. He remembered that there were still a few little comrades around him, so he quickly adjusted his expression and tried to calm down: "Listen... cough, listen to him, go to rest first. If you can't sleep, you can have a room for two, just treat it as a boy's dormitory and a girl's dormitory."

Huang Jingshu asked: "Where are you?"

"I need to start sorting out the location of the underground waterway, but it's not considered escape now." Lu Bixing paused and fell down seriously. "There are more biochemical methods than physical methods for pirates outside the region. I'm really not at ease without antibiotics. From tomorrow, you will enter the special training state. The time for the mecha should be Woto's universe time - it's dawn around five o'clock, it's dark around nineteen o'clock, and the day is fourteen hours long. Our training time will reach seven hours, including physical fitness, weight loss, and jump adaptation. There will be no nursing cabin for you to lie down in the future."

The students had no idea what qualities a person walking in space needed, and they were still immersed in confusion. Fortunately, someone told them what to do next. Several little gangsters and the little girls were extremely docile and obediently went to the small room on the second floor. The soldiers who were running for life came to an end. The mecha briefly became quiet, and there was only a vegetative gangster who was left tightly tied by an ecological electric shock rope.

Lu Bixing sat alone under the fluorescent grass, opened his personal terminal, trying to concentrate, but the text and code on the page seemed to automatically grow a repulsive magnetic field, and it just couldn't fall on his retina.

He stared at the page for twenty minutes and heard a suppressed sob coming from the upper floor.

In this artificial night and quiet, all the tense nerves were temporarily relaxed, allowing the reflex arc to run through the cruel process. The night was about to turn into a sword and break the small armor they had built with their busy schedule.

Lu Bixing listened intently. After a while, the slight sobs became lower and lower until there was no movement.

After dozens of hours of stress, the teenagers finally fell asleep in endless worry and fear.

An electronic clock flashed on the mecha door, showing that it was 20:30 in the universe time of Woto, and it was night at the location of the Alliance Parliament. At Xinghai College in Beijing, this time happened to be his arrival in the morning.

The schedule automatically popped up on Lu Bixing’s personal terminal, reminding him step by step about daily trivial matters.

His plan list states: 1. He should have returned to school as planned and criticized four naughty children by name (key work); 2. He should take advantage of the topic and revise the second edition of school rules and regulations; 3. He should conduct a mid-week random inspection of the paper (the little boys must have not started writing), and only requires the submission of the argument, and the full text is not needed for the time being.

Next to it is a line of small notes written by him - "Where do I think humanity will go in the future?" is a bit big? Will you collect a dozen fantasy novels at that time?

Behind the question mark is a hand-painted grimace.

Lu Bixing looked at each other for a moment with the grimace he drew, and his shoulders suddenly collapsed. He hugged his head and lay silently on the small bar. The pair of hunched shoulder blades looked like two shaking mountains.

Because Teacher Lu's chicken soup all day today is fake chicken soup mixed with artificial sodium glutamate, but it is just a similar product. If someone lifts the lid of the pot, he will find that there is only a pot of pale boiling water inside.

Kelly's home, a school with six million domes, a newly built laboratory, and five years of hard work... He can even give up if he doesn't want to.

But when his job advertisement was sent out, he had just received two resumes, and was still lying quietly in his mailbox and did not open it.

Before his students could divide the college, the imaginative papers he assigned had not yet been collected. The blueprint he had imagined countless times fell apart before he could draw a side.

In the medical room, a micro-operative instrument for repairing bones, nerves and muscles evacuated the wound one by one. According to Lin Jingheng's opinion, he simply and roughly sutured the wound and sprayed a layer of ordinary disinfection spray. Lin Jingheng tried to move his limbs, but it felt not very flexible. The one-eyed eagle revenge was set very crazy. The anesthetic was used very stingy. Before the suture was completed, his perception had begun to recover. Because of the lack of painkillers, the dull pain began to spread. Lin Jingheng's cold sweat broke out one after another, his back was stiff, and blood loss made him cold.

Zhan Lu, who was by his side, said: "You have a high risk of infection, it is best to observe in the sterile medical room for twenty-four hours."

Lin Jingheng ignored: "Water."

After drinking a few sips of water that replenishes the electrolyte, he moved his hands and feet with difficulty. Before the numbness of disobedience had passed, Lin Jingheng staggered as soon as he tried to stand up.

Zhan Lu raised his hand to catch him: "Sir..."

"Shh," Lin Jingheng scolded him in a hoarse voice, "Don't quarrel, I have a headache."

Zhan Lu replied in a stern manner: "My volume is lower than the set average. You feel a headache, maybe it's because your body temperature is too high."

Lin Jingheng pushed his hand away, took a few steps unsteadily, forcibly accustomed to his temporary hemiplegia, and said to Zhan Lu: "Don't follow me."

He walked out of the medical room and quietly came behind Lu Bixing. The mecha in the night mode automatically sounded white noises of calming the mind, overshadowing his very light steps.

Lin Jingheng did not alarm the other person, and sat down quietly. Through his blurry gaze, he looked at the young man curled up in a ball.

Perhaps due to the influence of anesthesia, Lin Jingheng had a lot to say, many questions to ask, and wanted to ask him: "Where did you grow up in Calexing when you were a child? Did the One-Eyed Eagle mention Lu Xin and the Alliance to you?"

"It's not like the one-eyed eagle at all. How did you grow up? And the weird ambition of running a school. What did you think? Was it influenced by your mother?"

"Why doesn't your body and brain genotype match? What exactly happened in the five years you and your mom just arrived at the Eighth Galaxy?"

"What do you like normally and what don't you like?"

"Do you have any wishes? Are you...Is there anything...I want it especially, but the old Persian cat is stingy and unwilling to give you something?"

"Don't cry, don't cry... Do you still want Xinghai Academy? Can I help you build one in the future?"

However, these words rose and fell in his heart. Through the spiritual net, the water waves dispersed like boundless stars, and did not flow into anyone's ears.

Lu Bixing stayed till midnight before he could clean up his embarrassment. After he got up, he took photos from the wine cabinet next to him. He felt that his eyes were not red and his hair was not messy, and his face had not become a big oil field. He was still a personal figure. Then he stood up, took off his blood-stained coat, and planned to wash his face and start doing serious things.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he unexpectedly saw that the person who should have rested in the emergency cabin was sitting quietly not far behind him. Because he did not use healing agent, he was covered in bandages. His back was so sewn together that he dared not lean against anything. His body could only lean forward slightly in discomfort and fell asleep with his head on his back.

Lu Bixing couldn't help but hold his breath. After a while, he stood on tiptoe, squatted down with his knees, and looked at Lin Jingheng's slightly facing downward face from bottom to top.

The man's eyebrows were very clear, with a drawing outline. The eyebrows were gently twisted, his lips were bloodless, and his lip line was beautiful, but he was pursed very tightly, as if he was born with the same words. His shoulders were flat and wide, and he only showed a little skin on the edges and corners.

Lu Bixing looked at him for a while, and reached out his hand by chance. When he came to his senses, he found that his finger was almost touching Admiral Lin's chin.

Lu Bixing was startled and quickly retracted his fingers awkwardly. He didn't notice that his legs were numb and he sat on the ground.

My heartbeat suddenly started to speed up.
Chapter completed!