Chapter 4 Escape from Death

Author: Vegetable Collection

Chapter 4 Escape from Death

“cao (a plant)!”

Seeing these people approaching the door while beating, Meng De could no longer hold it back.

The body changed its posture, leaned down on the ground, and kicked its legs like sharp arrows, crossing the many students who were running away and rushed towards the gray curtain.

In terms of the skill of escaping, Meng De believed that he was the top among this group of students.

However, unexpectedly, there were people who were faster than him.

No, it should be said that someone is closer to the door than him.

In the blink of an eye, the man disappeared into the dust. Looking at his figure, he was a woman.

Then, the second and third ones!

"What are you doing? Stop them!"

The man in black robe was furious, and someone immediately turned his spearhead, even seized the guns and fired the gray curtain.

To deal with successful martial arts, the distance between guns is too close and may not be of much use.

But for those who were not even lit by the inner fire, they were naturally slaughtered.

Meng De only felt his body tremble, and after passing through the gray curtain, he lost consciousness.

"It's bad. I've only been in this world for two months. Isn't it so unlucky, right?"

In a drowsy state, Meng De felt from time to time that someone was walking around him.

"Who is it? Where am I?"

He wanted to open his eyes, but it was like a ghost pressing against the bed, unable to move at all, and lost control of his body and did not even breathe smoothly.

Not long after, he lost consciousness again in a daze.

When Meng De opened his eyes again, what was reflected in his sight was the strange ceiling.

The resurgence of his thinking immediately made him understand his own situation.

"It seems that I'm saved, it's so dangerous!"

He sat up with his body, and the hospital bed made a creaking sound, which immediately alarmed the nurse.

"The patient on bed 36 has woken up. Dr. Yang, come and check the situation."

Meng De didn't speak, and the pain in his buttocks and chest reminded him that he was still a wounded person.

Soon, Dr. Yang brought his men in and carefully examined Meng De.

"Yes, the wound has recovered well and will be discharged tomorrow."

Meng De forced a smile and asked:

"Doctor, how long have I been sleeping?"

Dr. Yang is a tall fat man in his forties, with a fat face full of flesh, and he looks more like a gangster than a doctor.

Obviously, he is also a martial artist with great success in his practice.

Hearing this, I understood Meng De’s concerns and his tone was low:

"Don't worry, young man, although you have been sleeping for three days, it will not affect your continued ignition of the fire.

The new principal specially ordered that in this martial arts examination, all the only 55 people left in you will make an exception and increase investment.

Besides, your talent is not bad, and you can rest assured if your grades are average and above."

"New principal?"

Meng De was stunned and then realized.

"It seems that the principal stepped down before."

"She must be unable to withstand such a big thing.

In the second half of my life, I guess I will go in and out of the most dangerous new secret realm and work hard. I guess it will not be surprising if I die in a certain corner one day."

Dr. Yang didn't care at all that these rights struggles had nothing to do with him, a doctor.

"But speaking of this, you guy is really lucky. After being shot three times, you can still save you."

The nurse said:

"This is not luck. After all, I took the martial arts subject, with strong physical fitness and strong vitality."

"Three shots?"

Meng De raised his eyebrows and showed surprise.

"Why do I feel like I've only been shot twice?"

"So, it's luck."

Dr. Yang couldn't help but smile at this moment, and the flesh on his face made his smile look a little ferocious.

"A shot into your buttocks, a shot through your chest, and a little more, it's the heart.

Another shot brushed your neck and took away a small piece of flesh and blood.

The amount of blood bleeding of ordinary people has long been gone.

Fortunately, I am in a small secret realm, and we professional doctors with strong internal interest, otherwise the ordinary hospitals outside the secret realm will not be able to save you even if the internal interest is not strong enough."

Upon hearing this, Meng De touched his neck. A small piece of land was smooth and white, and he could vaguely feel that it was a little different from the flesh and blood around him.

"This wound"

"[Azuki Pharmacopoeia], the mental method that Director Long, our Yucai School Hospital, specializes in training, is effective in treating flesh and blood loss.

It’s just that the wounds in your chest and buttocks are slightly larger, so you have to take care of them for another day.”

After hearing Dr. Yang's answer, Meng De understood.

"Thank you, Dr. Yang, please thank Director Long for me."

Meng De, who had saved his life and had already died, cherished it even more and thanked him sincerely.

Dr. Yang felt very helpful when he heard this.

The eyes of the boy who looked directly at him were bright and energetic, completely different from the other dozen students who had been on the line of life and death.

Although she looks ordinary now, she has a very good heart and a promising future!

"Well, you have a good rest and try to feel the flow and movement of the breath in your body, as well as your characteristics.

The Aoki inner breath left by Director Takashi in your body can play the most effective role in conjunction with the medicine. Before it has been consumed, it will be beneficial to your future experience."

Dr. Yang mentioned a last note and hurriedly left with the people. Most doctors are very busy.

"This is really another encounter between life and death!"

Meng De sighed and half lay on the bed.

With Dr. Yang's guidance, Meng De naturally would not miss the opportunity. He closed his eyes and began to carefully capture the subtle and secret inner breath in his body.

Warm and cool. Feel carefully, there is also vigorous vitality in the weak.

Wonderful, so wonderful!

Meng De carefully realized that no matter how many times he was exposed to this magical power, he was excited from the bottom of his heart!

Internal breath, the premise of everything, the starting point of true qi.

Having inner breath means having strength, having the ladder to climb, and the road ahead!

In the face of this magical power, even if Meng De was equivalent to being a human being in his second life, he couldn't help but feel excited.

This is the desire of human beings for power from ancient times to the present!

"Haha, chicken soup is here!"

Meng De was silent for about half an hour before he was awakened by a shout.

A strong Chinese medicine smell mixed with the chicken smell, and it drilled into Meng De's brain like a drill bit.

It was the nurse before, holding a hot casserole in her palm and putting it on the table beside Meng De's bed.

Originally, Meng De was not hungry when he was sinking into his body's sensation, but the fragrance came.

With a "gurgle", the stomach that had not eaten for three days began to rebel.

The nurse laughed:

"It's still hot. You don't have internal breath protection yet. Don't hurry up and eat slowly. I'll clean it up in an hour."

"good."

Meng De smiled and nodded, and naturally he would not blush because of the nurse's teasing.

Judging from his actual age, he has long since stopped caring about many things.

I slowly got up and moved to the window, opened the curtains, and the sky was dim and there were no stars, but there were bright lights below, and people came and went.

What a vibrant school city!

In the deserted and dangerous little secret realm, humans can create such a magnificent building!

(End of this chapter)
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