At Hewan New City Hospital, Liu Yisheng was wearing a nurse's uniform, pushing a wheelchair, and walking with Professor Li Mingde in the garden. Professor Li Mingde was old and his legs were not very flexible. He fell a few days ago and broke his lower leg. Since he had no relatives to take care of him here, he was admitted to the hospital.
Liu Yisheng felt bored living in the ward, so Dr. Feng Yao assigned him to go downstairs and walk around with him every day.
Li Mingde actually likes this silent young man. Although he looks stupid, he gives people a very down-to-earth feeling.
"Xiao Liu, thank you for accompanying an old man like me in the garden every day. Others have countless things to do. I don't feel anything when I'm busy, but once my leg was broken, I suddenly found that there was no one to talk to."
"Haha. Are you dissatisfied that not enough people are looking at you?" Liu Yisheng smiled, with a hint of silliness in his laughter.
Li Mingde was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Well said, well said, you actually revealed my little thoughts. The so-called pure heart refers to someone like you."
Liu Yisheng glared at Li Mingde with a look on his face that said, "Are you sick?"
Li Mingde pointed at Liu Yisheng and said, "Sometimes, I think it's good to be like you. You have an incredibly strong body and although your brain is not very smart, at least you can take care of yourself. You don't have to worry about a lot of things like us."
"I think I'm quite smart." Liu Yisheng said somewhat unhappily.
"Haha, I said the wrong thing. I am quite smart. You see, you take good care of me every day. If you are not smart, you can't do this." Li Mingde said.
At this time, Feng Yao had just finished her rounds in the inpatient department and took a few interns to work in the outpatient department. Some of the so-called interns here were directly transferred from nurses, others were people who were interested in medicine among the time travelers, and the last few were magicians who practiced life magic. Feng Yao herself could not practice magic because of her bloodline, but the increase in strength and endurance made her ability to perform surgery much stronger, and she made a lot of progress in medical skills.
Feng Yao said hello to Professor Li, then left with her people, but Liu Yisheng's eyes kept following Feng Yao.
Professor Li, who was sitting next to him, smiled and said, "Xiao Liu, every time I see you, you seem to be bewitched by her. Do you like her very much? If you like her, go after her. Look at your figure. Hey, there is hope!"
"Like? I don't know." Liu Yisheng frowned and thought for a while, then said, "I didn't have much impression of her at first, but later she gave me a more and more familiar feeling. Now I feel that I am only a little bit away from remembering who she is. No matter who she is, I really want to stay with her and protect her well."
Li Mingde was surprised: "I asked Dr. Feng this question. She had no impression of you before she traveled through time. If you are as familiar as you say, how could she not know you?"
Liu Yisheng shook his head slowly, seeming to be troubled by this question as well.
The spring morning sun was very warm. Professor Li Mingde basked in the sun for a while and then fell asleep in his wheelchair. Liu Yisheng did not move either, but stood blankly behind him.
At this moment, a young girl appeared in front of him. The girl had short black hair, was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, and was floating in the air one foot high.
When Liu Yisheng saw her, his eyes fixed, as if the appearance of this person in front of him touched something deep in his heart.
He groaned, and it seemed as if a door in his mind had loosened a little. Bits of memory leaked out from it.
He saw that when he was a child, he seemed to live in a city that was very similar to Riverbend New City. His father and mother were both magicians. Although their appearances were a little vague, various small magics often appeared in his childhood memories. His parents used these magics to amuse him, teach him knowledge, and even punish him. From that time on, he had a natural affinity for magic.
His father was knowledgeable and his mother was gentle and intelligent. Although they were very busy, they would always take time to teach him. They not only taught him magic, but also taught him all kinds of knowledge. He showed a strong talent for magic when he was very young, especially the Star Tower magic inherited from his mother.
When he was older, they sent him to school. Although most of the content in school had nothing to do with magic, it made him more knowledgeable and his mental strength became stronger and stronger. When he was in the third grade, he was already the most powerful magician in the entire elementary school, having reached the intermediate level.
But the good times didn't last long. Soon, everything he had changed. A god called the God of Nature awakened. He wanted to collect all the magic in the world and make it a part of his own power. Many magicians, including his parents, came out to fight, but they faced the ruthless attack of the God of Nature. The God of Nature not only had powerful strength, but also had many subordinates. Those enemies who shouted his name fought madly and fearlessly. Although the people on his parents' side tried every means to resist desperately, most of them fell one by one.
In the following days, Liu Yisheng and those around him continued to retreat to increasingly remote places, first to small towns, then to villages, and finally to valleys and caves.
Although he had outstanding magic skills, he was still a child after all. He had no direct experience of the battle. He only found that many uncles and aunts who used to come often began to disappear one by one, and the sadness on his parents' faces became more and more serious. Until one day, his father did not show up again.
Later, he remembered a scene. He, his mother and many adults stood in front of a tombstone, as if bidding farewell to the owner of the tombstone. On the tombstone was written:
Liu Pengfei, the great magician, died in the battle against the City of Gods in the 9th year of the Chinese calendar.
He looked to his left and right, and there were many such tombstones standing on the ground, one after another, row after row.
"Yisheng, don't be distracted. Say goodbye to your father properly."
He looked back and saw a face that surprised him but was also familiar to him. It was Feng Yao, who looked a little old at this moment, perhaps because she had experienced too many setbacks. She was completely different from the face he had just seen in the hospital.
At this time, the self in the memory spoke: "Mom, don't worry, I will become a super saint and avenge Dad!"