Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 107 Recuperation
Xu Qingjin walked back to the ward and talked with Zhou Leng about what had happened in the past few days.

It’s basically the same as what Zhou Leng learned on the forum.

Zhou Leng said: "I am almost well now, can I leave now?"

Zhou Leng glanced at the bracelet on his left wrist, which was red.

Far more serious than last time.

Xu Qingjin shook his head and said, "No, you are too deeply poisoned this time, you need to recover. When you were unconscious, the martial arts brigade fed you a 'Bai Pi Dan', and Instructor Deng also fed you one. The doctor also told me to keep an eye on you and not to move around."

"They are really willing to spend..." Two Baipi Pills, two million.

"The Demon Worshipping Cult is causing trouble everywhere now, seeking revenge for the death of the Demon Lord, and targeting the first and second echelon joint examination candidates. You must not go out. Maybe someone is watching you outside the hospital." Xu Qingjin said.

Zhou Leng looked at Xu Qingjin's eyes and said, "There are a lot of bloodshot in your eyes. Go back to sleep."

Xu Qingjin raised his chin towards the camp bed next to him and said, "I can just sleep there. There are many doctors and nurses during the day, so I can find them if something happens. But I still need someone to stay with me at night."

"Thank you." Zhou Leng said solemnly.

"I haven't thanked you for saving me yet, so let's not talk about thanking you or not." Xu Qingjin smiled, and then he didn't know what he was thinking about, his face turned red, and he turned to the other side and said, "See if you need anything, I'll buy it for you."

"I don't need anything. These few days are just a good time to digest what I learned from the Heavenly Stage. Let's learn the divine texts and internal skills together."

"That's great!"

"I'll reply to my friends first."

"it is good."

Zhou Leng replied to messages from Uncle Li and his friends one by one, and then left messages in the high school group, the martial arts school class group, and the joint entrance examination group, saying that he was in good health now and had no problems, and asked everyone not to worry about him.

My classmates and friends clearly wanted to ask more questions, but they restrained themselves and only said a few simple words.

Zhou Leng saw that most of their replies were hesitant and wanted to say that he was not mentally poisoned.

But, it’s not suitable now.

If you tell them, the Demon Prison and the Demon Worshiping Cult will definitely send people to assassinate or even kill you.

The ward door opens.

An old man with a serious and somewhat dull face walked in and turned to look at Zhou Leng.

"Grandpa Liang." Xu Qingjin stood up and greeted with a smile.

Grandpa Liang nodded, looked at Zhou Leng, and asked, "Awake?"

"Hello, Grandpa Liang." Zhou Leng guessed that it was probably the person in the next bed, and answered politely.

The old man also nodded, turned and walked back to the bed. Through the curtains, no one knew what he was doing.

Xu Qingjin took out his cell phone and sent a text to Zhou Leng.

"Grandpa Liang has a cold exterior but a warm heart. When you were unconscious, he taught me a lot about taking care of you. He also shared with me the food his family sent him."

Zhou Leng nodded.

Afterwards, Zhou Leng used the magic watch to emit a light curtain and studied basic divine knowledge with Xu Qingjin.

After having a conversation with Tianjie via divine text, Zhou Leng found that he needed to further strengthen his foundation.

After this period of time, the foundation of the divine text will be completely solid, and it will surely make rapid progress.

In Zhou Leng's mind, he remembered all the contents of the divine communication with Tianjie.

When learning the basics of the divine text, those contents kept emerging and confirming each other, which deepened Zhou Leng's understanding of the divine text.

After finishing a lesson, Xu Qingjin looked at Zhou Leng in confusion and said, "I feel that your level of divine writing is very high."

"I have always been interested in divine writings and have been studying on my own for the past few months."

"That's no wonder."

Until late at night, the drip was finished.

Xu Qingjin went to sleep on the camp bed. Zhou Leng sat up, meditated, circulated his internal energy, and practiced the Zhenhai map at the ultimate level.

The whole process went very smoothly and I didn't notice any mental or physical injuries at all.

You may even notice your body swelling.

This feeling will occur if you use too many pills in a short period of time.

I don’t know how many precious medicines the Wudao Brigade, Instructor Deng and the hospital have used on me.

Zhou Leng practiced the Zhenhai Diagram over and over again to absorb the medicinal power.

After practicing his internal skills, Zhou Leng closed his eyes and reviewed the process of the Heavenly Rank Trial, trying to reproduce the details of that time as best as possible.

This is the homework assigned by the owner of the Wang Boxiong Pavilion. All students participating in the Tianjie must do it, and it must last for three months.

Zhou Leng knew the power of the Heavenly Rank. The benefits of this Heavenly Rank trial were no less than being taught by the Martial Saint himself.

Therefore, Zhou Leng recalled carefully and was determined to engrave the process of the Heavenly Rank Trial firmly in his mind.

Except for the fear magnified a thousand times.

That's really impossible.

The main memories are about the meditation at the seaside and the battle between the black and white men.

The next morning.

Grandpa Liang got up early and went out for a walk. After Xu Qingjin left, Deng Zhijue came to visit him with a fruit basket.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and Deng Zhijue stood up and looked around the ward. Seeing no one was there, he sat back down.

"You're going to lie here for almost two weeks, until November. Do you know why?"

"To prevent revenge from the Demon Worshipping Cult?" Zhou Leng asked.

"Yes. The Demon Worship Cult has launched multiple attacks. Several students in the second echelon have been killed because of carelessness. But the first echelon has been well protected so far."

"The monthly exam..."

Zhou Leng looked at the time. He entered the Shuizhou Demon City on October 10th, was trapped in the Tianjie for 6 days, and was in a coma for 11 days. Today is already the 3st.

"The monthly exam ranking is not important. Once you have rested for a few months, you can easily get it back."

"Okay." Zhou Leng nodded.

"Not only am I afraid of the revenge of the Demon Worshipping Cult, I also hope that you take good care of your health..." Deng Zhijue hesitated to speak.

Zhou Leng thought about it carefully and suddenly realized.

In their opinion, they were poisoned and even an iron body could not withstand the poison. Now it was the monthly exam, and others' scores had improved while their own had dropped drastically. They were afraid that they could not withstand the blow, so it was better not to take the exam.

Zhou Leng thought, then wait for the December monthly exam. "But don't worry, because you were injured in combat, your ranking is lower, but your ranking and treatment for the next three months will remain unchanged. For the next three months, you will be considered the first among the martial arts students, and you will not lose any of the rewards you deserve."

"I'm not worried about that."

"By the way, I heard that you had a great harvest?" Deng Zhijue glanced at the magic bag.

“Indeed, the harvest is not small.”

"That's good. Let you rest for two weeks, and then accumulate knowledge for two months, and then wait until the midterm exam in January to make a splash!"

Zhou Leng said: "Okay!"

Deng Zhijue explained many more things before leaving.

In the afternoon, many classmates came to visit Zhou Leng.

Grandpa Liang sat on the hospital bed and didn't care at first.

As more and more students came in, Grandpa Liang frowned. He was also a patient and hated being disturbed the most.

He was very well-mannered and didn't say anything.

As more and more people arrived, he became interested as he listened to people chattering about Zhou Leng in the ward.

Wei Hong is a big mouth and he talks all the time.

"I'm not bragging to you. If you didn't follow Zhou Leng to join the battle, then your participation in the Heavenly Stage Battle would have been in vain."

"There were so many demons at the time that I was so scared that my legs were shaking and my heart was about to jump out of my throat. I thought it was all over, I was going to die..."

"Then, Zhou Leng descended from the sky, like a reed crossing a river, stepping on the demon's head, as if flying. Along the way, the demon's head exploded like a bursting watermelon..."

"Feng Wenhao, you missed the most exciting battle."

Feng Wenhao chuckled and said, "That's not the case. Although I don't have a Heavenly Rank inheritance and didn't participate in the war, I survived on the edge of the light shield for more than ten days. At least I have developed good survival skills in the wild."

The girl who confessed her love to Zhou Leng in the class occasionally glanced at him, but Zhou Leng always pretended not to see it.

Feng Wenhao added: "Have you hired a caregiver, or do you have other people? Do you want us to take turns?"

Zhou Leng said: "Xu Qingjin comes to accompany me every night."

"I heard from Wei Hong that you two were being very affectionate in the Tianjie. Are you ready to make your relationship public?" Feng Wenhao asked.

The whole class looked at Zhou Leng with a smile, only a few girls' expressions changed slightly.

Zhou Leng glanced at Feng Wenhao and said, "I'll go to her house for dinner after I'm discharged from the hospital."

"Ah..." A group of students howled like wild beasts.

The girl lowered her head and grabbed the corner of her clothes with both hands.

At first, there were only students from the martial arts school, but gradually, people from major schools also came.

After Xu Qingjin arrived, she was like the hostess here, busying around and entertaining everyone.

Some classmates winked at Zhou Leng, and several girls left in a hurry.

Towards evening, Zhou Leng’s classmates from East China University of Wuhan, who were also in Rucheng, came to visit him after learning that he had woken up.

There were too many people coming and the ward couldn't hold too many people, so the corridor was soon filled with people.

Some joint examination students also stayed in this hospital after being injured. When they heard that their classmates were coming, they followed to join in the fun.

Soon, the corridor outside Zhou Leng's room was blocked like a vegetable market, with people everywhere.

The hospital was alarmed, and a vice president entered the ward to discuss the matter with Zhou Leng.

Afterwards, Zhou Leng, wearing a white and blue striped hospital gown, stood by the door and greeted the students in the corridor to prove that he was in good health. Only then did the students from the two schools leave with peace of mind.

The doctors and nurses in the ward were shocked when they saw this scene.

Such a large-scale visit has not happened in several years, and it is unprecedented for a child.

After they found out the situation, they were full of admiration. It was hard to imagine that a child could save tens of thousands of people, so they treated Zhou Leng even more attentively.

The way Grandpa Liang looked at Zhou Leng also slowly changed. It was no longer as cold as before, but gentler.

It's time for dinner.

The medical staff in the inpatient hall were all stunned.

Team after team of delivery riders came from all directions, in groups.

Some held flowers, some carried milk tea, and some carried fried chicken...all kinds of food were available.

Many takeout orders do not have the specific ward marked on them, only abbreviations such as "Rucheng Medical University First Hospital" are written. Fortunately, the recipient is marked.

Zhou cold.

The medical chat group soon became lively.

"Which ward is Zhou Leng from?"

"Which boss?"

"Hurry up and get some people. The lobby on the first floor of the inpatient department is full of takeout."

"Could it be Zhou Leng from the intensive care unit? There were nearly a thousand people coming to see him just now, and they were all students from Wuhan University."

"I checked the patients who were hospitalized, and there was only one named Zhou Leng."

"What should we do with that thing? Send it up?"

"It can only be sent up...wait, no."

"Why not?"

"There are not enough people, and there are pieces all over the floor, some with several pieces placed on top."

"We still need the dean to come forward..."

So the vice president went to the ward again, and along the way, he saw the corridor of the ward filled with flowers, fruits, milk tea and various foods.

After entering the ward, the two sides discussed again.

Zhou Leng was understanding and said that the money could not be wasted and he was willing to give it to everyone.

Soon, medical staff from various departments of the hospital lined up and came to the lobby on the first floor of the inpatient department to pick flowers, fruits and food to take away.

Later, there were more and more cases, and they couldn't take them all, so the medical staff from the outpatient department also came to join in the fun.

If there are any extra ones at the end, you can only ask the patients or their families to take them away.

(End of this chapter)