In a special care ward of the First People's Hospital of Zhonghai City, a man with a resolute face was lying on the bed with a pale complexion, but he seemed to be sleeping peacefully and peacefully.
This is Fang Hao. He has been in a coma for three days and still shows no sign of waking up. He has been chasing for eight days without rest and is extremely nervous. An ordinary person would have died of exhaustion long ago.
The doctor here heard that Fang Hao stayed awake for eight days and nights without even drinking water or rice. He said that being able to survive was simply a miracle.
Of course he didn't know that a warrior's vitality was tenacious, which was simply not comparable to that of ordinary people.
The ward was very empty, and there was no one there. It was not because this was a special care ward, so it couldn't be entered, but because there was no one at all.
Mr. Honggu and Fang Wenyu didn't know why they didn't tell others. Maybe they didn't know who to tell.
Soon, Mr. Hong Gu walked in and walked to the hospital bed. With a calm and peaceful expression behind his forehead, he said calmly: "You haven't woken up after sleeping for three days?"
Immediately, Mr. Hong Gu stretched out his hand and placed it on Fang Hao's wrist, and a magical qi appeared.
After a moment, Fang Hao suddenly opened his eyes and sat up instantly. Even though he was extremely weak, he didn't care. He looked at the white-haired old man in front of him: "Is Feng Gui dead?"
Mr. Honggu looked at Fang Hao in surprise, feeling that Fang Hao was really obsessed with killing someone. Only then did he wake up, but he still couldn't forget it.
He couldn't help but said: "Do you feel that your own situation is gone?"
Fang Hao dismissed his serious worries and said calmly: "I just suffered internal injuries and need to recuperate. It's nothing."
"Is it as simple as a little internal injury?" Mr. Hong Gu said with a wry smile.
Fang Hao saw Mr. Honggu's expression and suddenly became suspicious: "What's wrong?"
"Can't you feel it yourself?" Hong Gu appeared and asked.
Fang Hao grinned bitterly: "My whole body hurts, and I don't have any spiritual power in my body. I only feel that my internal injuries are serious."
"Your meridians have been seriously damaged, and I'm afraid you won't be able to return to your peak state in the future." Mr. Hong Gu sighed slightly.
Fang Hao was stunned for a moment, then said without any care: "So that's what happened, what did I think?"
"Is this still a small matter?" Mr. Honggu was stunned.
"Haven't you heard a word? There is nothing important except death. I am living well now and don't have to die. What else is there to be sad about? Isn't it just that my realm has fallen? I can just practice cultivation in the future." Fang Hao really didn't.
Seriously, compared to the old guys in the martial arts world, he is much younger and has plenty of time to practice.
Mr. Hong Gu shook his head: "It seems that you haven't understood what I mean. It will be difficult for you to reach the top again in your life. And if I am not wrong, the Qi machine cultivated in your body has been severely damaged. After recovery,
It is estimated that he has the highest level of cultivation in the early stage of Transformation Realm."
This time, Fang Hao was obviously stunned for a long time, then frowned and said: "Are you sure?"
"Your meridians are seriously damaged and difficult to repair. At least in this world, nothing can repair your meridians. Moreover, your Qi Sea is damaged. Even if you maintain your cultivation in the early stage of transformation, the amount of your spiritual power will be dissipated too much, so
When fighting against others, I am afraid that at most I can only have the fighting power of the peak of my inner strength." Mr. Honggu said slowly, with a bit of regret in his eyes.
Because Fang Hao is extremely young in today's martial arts world and has reached the pinnacle, and is expected to reach another level in the future...
However, it is a pity that if nothing else happens, Fang Hao will be no different from an ordinary martial arts warrior in this life.
Fang Hao stared: "No!"
But seeing Mr. Honggu's expression, Fang Hao knew that this guy was definitely not lying to him. In other words, his health was really in bad shape and he would never enter the previous state again in his life.
The journey of cultivation has been brought to an abrupt end.
However, Fang Hao was silent for a while and said with a serious face: "Is there really no hope?"
"There is no hope, but it is too slim."
"Come on, it's a good thing to have hope." Fang Hao felt relieved. In fact, he was very reluctant to give up his cultivation, but he was going to heaven. If he didn't have any skills, how would he find Yun Feifei and Wen Xiao? How would they get back?
Come?
I heard from Hongyu that it is relatively easy to go up, but it is much more difficult to come down.
Mr. Honggu thought for a while: "The elixir for repairing meridians, Utanxian flower."
"Where is it?"
"Extinct." Mr. Honggu looked at Fang Hao with some unbearable eyes.
After hearing this, Fang Hao's expression changed: "That means there is no hope?"
"Yes, what if there is another plant in that corner of the world that has not been discovered by anyone!" Mr. Honggu said seriously.
Fang Hao took two deep breaths. Seeing Mr. Honggu's serious look, Fang Hao really wanted to reason with this old guy and use his fists!
In a certain corner of the world, the world is so diverse and vast that no matter how big a place a flower occupies, you probably won't be able to find it.
Finally, Fang Hao sighed: "Okay, is there any other way?"
Mr. Hong Gu nodded: "Yes, it is recorded in ancient books that there is a magic medicine that can make people reborn."
Fang Hao rekindled his hope: "What kind of magic medicine is it and where can I find it?"
"Elixir."
This time, even Fang Hao had seen strong winds and waves. At this moment, he couldn't help but cursed: "Fuck, why didn't you say the elixir of life?"
When Mr. Hong Gu saw Fang Hao like this, his face suddenly relaxed. In fact, he was worried that Fang Hao wouldn't be able to withstand the blow. After all, for a warrior, cultivation seems to be everything. Once lost, many people will give up on themselves.
Hong Gu didn't pay attention to the disrespect in Fang Hao's words, but smiled and said: "You are very lucky, maybe you will meet him."
Although, he himself didn't believe this, at least he had never heard of it appearing anywhere.
Fang Hao subconsciously went to take out a cigarette, but found nothing. He couldn't help but look at Hong Gu: "Is there any cigarette?"
Hong Gu nodded and took out a dark thing as big as a cigar. Fang Hao saw it and rolled his eyes: "Is there nothing else?"
Hong Gu shook his head.
"That's enough!"
I lit the grass tobacco, which is just dried but not roasted. It has an extremely strong smell and the smoke is surprisingly strong.
After taking two puffs, Fang Hao calmed down: "Forget it, by the way, that guy with you, he still owes me something!"
"You mean the Ascension Order, right?"
Fang Hao nodded.
Hong Gu shook his head and said: "Don't even think about using the Ascension Order to go up. That thing is too dangerous. You don't have enough strength. Using it will only lead to death."
"Why?"
"They can't tolerate us!"
"who?"
Hong Gu pointed upward.
Fang Hao has met the people that the old man at home tried his best to stop, so I'm afraid they were the ones Hong Gu was talking about.
But at this moment, a woman's surprised voice sounded: "Why does it smell so bad and smell like smoke?"
Almost instantly, Mr. Hong Gu felt something being stuffed into his hand.
Then a nurse came in. When she saw the grass cigarette in Mr. Honggu's hand, she stared: "Don't you know you can't smoke here? You still smoke this kind of grass cigarette. Do you know how harmful it is to the patient's health?"
Since you are an old man, I won’t fine you this time, get out now!”
Mr. Honggu opened his mouth, glanced at Fang Hao, then laughed and walked out, acting very obedient.
Fang Hao laughed heartlessly, as if he had encountered such a happy thing!
It’s just that my smile is a little bitter, because I’m worried, my cultivation is not good enough, how can I find a wife! (To be continued)