The atmosphere in the hospital may seem noisy, but it's actually quite gloomy.
The joys and sorrows are staged here every day.
Xisha and her family were waiting quietly in the lounge. There were also family members of other patients waiting for news.
Occasionally there would be faint sobbing sounds all around.
The three of them would glance at it and then look away.
They are a little afraid that they may not have much 'hope' like these crying family members.
Late at night, the three of them couldn't resist their sleepiness and fell asleep sitting on the chairs. Then they hit their heads and woke up instantly.
Just like this, I slept and woke up, and soon it was dawn.
During this period, the doctor did not inform them, and no nurse said anything to them.
Father Qi couldn't help it anymore. He saw a nurse coming out of the ICU and asked, "Nurse, how is Qi Shaoqiu's condition?"
"His condition is stable and he should be recovering slowly."
As soon as these words came out, the three people of the Qi family breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing their tired looks, the nurse suggested: "You can't really help here, so you might as well go back and rest. When you are really tired and something needs you, you can't help. Instead, it will be a drag on our progress." In the ICU, you don't have to worry about anything, just go back and rest."
After speaking, the nurse left quickly.
Father Qi thought for a while and said: "You two go back first. Wife, you take a nap first, make some porridge, and then come over and replace me. Xiaosha, you go to the swordsmanship hall and deal with the affairs of the swordsmanship hall. Shaoqiu If it becomes like this, the swordsmanship studio will probably not be able to continue opening."
Xisha pursed her lips lightly, feeling very unwilling.
The swordsmanship hall is the result of a lot of hard work put in by her eldest brother and her. It was finally on the right track, but now something like this happened.
No one is willing to change positions.
"We, the Qi family, work from beginning to end. Let's refund all the money that should be refunded and then apologize to those students."
Xisha nodded, no matter how unwilling she was, there was nothing she could do.
He doesn't know how to do swordsmanship, and his father is also good at practicing it. But now that he is old and has other tasks to deal with, it is impossible to take over the job of his elder brother.
Is the swordsmanship studio just closed
After Xisha left the hospital, she also scanned a shared bicycle and rode slowly in the direction of the swordsmanship hall.
When she thought about it, the swordsmanship hall must be blocked by many students now.
Make a fuss about getting your money back.
Sigh... She let out a long sigh and pedaled feebly on the shared bicycle.
Even though she understood that the swordsmanship hall was closed, she still wanted to see the situation later.
But even if she stepped slower, she still returned to the swordsmanship hall an hour later.
She stared blankly at the door.
The imagined trouble among the students did not happen. In the swordsmanship hall, as usual, the noisy sound of practice could be heard.
But this time the person shouting the commands and actions was no longer Qi Shaoqiu, but a voice that made her heart beat even more.
Roland.
She slowly returned to the swordsmanship hall, and many students who were familiar with her took the initiative to say hello to her.
Then she walked to the edge of the cement field and stood quietly for a while.
Roland asked the students to practice on their own, then walked up to Xisha and asked, "How is Shaoqiu's situation?"
"The nurse said the symptoms are stable." Xisha blinked and pointed to the cement field: "What is going on?"
"Qi Shaoqiu probably won't be able to teach others recently, so I'll take over." Roland smiled and said, "I'm an unemployed vagrant anyway, so it's no problem to take time to come here every day. When Shaoqiu gets well, he can return the swordsmanship hall to he."
Xisha carefully counted the number of students, and it seemed that there was no decrease: "Doesn't anyone want a refund?"
"No, not one." Roland waved his hand.
Xisha looked at the busy swordsmanship hall that Yiru was about to go to, and then looked at the smiling Roland.
She felt like crying.
I wanted to laugh too, my heart was beating even harder.
There were a lot of things I wanted to say, but I couldn't. In the end, thousands of words converged into one sentence: "Have you had breakfast?"
"Not yet, it's urgent."
"Wait, I'll do it for you."
Xisha turned around and walked toward the kitchen, her steps brisk, and she suddenly felt no longer sleepy.
Roland took care of the swordsmanship hall.
His Miao Dao skills are now better than Qi Shaoqiu's, and in the game, he is also the president of a magic tower and has management experience. This matter is not difficult for him.
After spending a day at the Sword Art Museum, I had breakfast, lunch and dinner here.
I have to say that Xisha’s cooking skills are really great.
Roland originally thought that Xisha was best at breakfast, but as it turned out, the quality of lunch and dinner was much higher than he expected.
The lunch dishes were delicious, but the real highlight was dinner.
She actually made boiled cabbage (state banquet version), which she had been preparing since the morning, as well as kung pao chicken and pure fried green pepper shreds.
Every dish is surprisingly delicious.
Although not as good as a real chef, among ordinary people, the standard is already quite high.
After returning home, Roland told his parents that he would not go home for dinner for a while.
My mother immediately came over and asked, "Where will you eat? Who will cook it for you?"
"There is a girl who helps me do it. She has a very good sense of art."
"Take it home and see when you can." The mother's eyes lit up.
"There will be a chance."
Roland left these words and returned to his room.
After taking a shower, Roland browsed the forum for a while.
The players are still the same, actively exploring the world.
More and more players have left the country of Hollevan and gone to other countries to work hard.
The game world is too big, and the country of Holevin is too small.
The following days were very simple. Roland worked as an acting master at the swordsmanship hall during the day, and at night he entered the game and transformed the swamp with a group of mages.
Qi Shaoqiu's recovery was faster than expected. He was discharged from the ICU on the third day and moved to a general ward.
On the fourth day, the two murderers who attacked Qi Shaoqiu were caught.
According to their explanation, they had a conflict with Qi's father, so they vented their anger on his son Qi Shaoqiu.
But when Roland went to the hospital to visit Qi Shaoqiu, Qi's father was also there. When they talked about it, they said that it was not as simple as it seemed.
Because although the two Qi fathers knew each other, they didn't have much interaction at all.
The so-called conflicts were just a few quarrels.
There is no way to be so cruel.
But the words ended here. Qi's father seemed not to want Roland to get involved in his 'private affairs'.
Qi Shaoqiu also met with Jin Wenwen in the hospital. Roland didn't know what they talked about.
But from that day on, Qi Shaoqiu's mood seemed to have returned.
It no longer looks as salty as before.
I help in the swordsmanship studio during the day and in the game at night.
In a blink of an eye, a month passed.
Qi Shaoqiu's body has almost recovered and he is already able to take over the work of the swordsmanship hall.
After an average person's amputated limb surgery is successful, it will take at least half a year for the reattached limb to regain its previous function relatively intact.
Qi Shaoqiu can do it in just over a month. People who practice martial arts are physically strong.
However, when Roland and Qi Shaoqiu were competing, it was obvious that the strength of Qi Shaoqiu's right hand was lower.
After all, it is a regenerated arm, so it will definitely not be as useful as before it was injured.
In the game, after a month of non-stop transformation by Roland and dozens of mages, the entire swamp became fertile soil.
Beta hired people to design the city layout, make traffic plans, and even make a five-year development plan.
There are a lot of talents among players, and as long as you have money, you can always hire professionals for help.
Beta also allocated a piece of land in the city to O'Neill as promised.
After getting the land certificate, O'Neill took Roland's hand and thanked him profusely.
In this world, all land is owned by an owner. It may seem like a remote mountain, but it is still the territory of a certain noble.
Many player guilds just leased land from a certain noble and temporarily built a guild base.
This sense of uncertainty of being dependent on others makes many guilds afraid and unable to vigorously develop their own power.
But if you have your own territory, the situation is different.
That's why O'Neal is so excited.
The territory is there, the city rules are there, but there is a shortage of manpower.
Short of money.
It is not an easy task to build a big city like the one on the blueprint.
"Brother Luolan, what should I do?" Beta held his head in his hands in distress: "I have calculated that if we build the city according to this drawing, we will need at least 6,000 gold coins."
Now one gold coin can be exchanged for RMB 18,000. In other words, to build such a city, the materials alone will cost at least 100 million yuan.
Beta's family is only well-off, so they can afford so much money.
None of the big cities in Hollevin are the result of hundreds of years of development. Beta wants to build it in a few months. How can it be done without spending money.
Roland looked at the drawing and said with a smile: "The wool comes from the sheep, can't it just be a stroke of the player's?"
"How?" Beta didn't understand.
"Why don't you have a clear head?" Roland explained: "Go to the forum, post the rule drawings, and then tell the players that you want to build a city and need help. Whether it is effort or supplies, it can be converted into so-called points. ', and then divided two plots of land. The one in the city is for individual players to build their own houses. The many open spaces outside the city are divided into large areas for guilds to build their bases. People or organizations with high points will get The land is larger, and if you don’t have enough points to exchange for land, you can use the points to convert into gold coins and use them to purchase the land. If such a measure comes out, I think they will rush over to help.”
Beta was stunned for a moment: "Damn it, this method is great, why didn't I think of it! As expected of a magician, his thoughts are indeed treacherous."
After saying something that was either complimentary or derogatory, Beta ran away.
Half an hour later, Beta's post appeared on the forum and immediately became a hot topic, triggering a round of exaggerated replies and discussions.
Roland, on the other hand, used teleportation to return to Mortasos City.
Then went to the basement.
He was surprised to find that the magic element inside was so thick that ordinary people could almost feel it.
The 'sun' and the eight 'planets' are still moving in their own orbits, and their sizes are still the same.
Nothing changes.
It's just that their trajectory has become much slower due to the influence of the thick magic element.
"What an exaggerated phenomenon of abundant magic power."
Roland absorbed the magic power and found that the absorption speed and conversion rate were unusually high.
If he could figure out the principle of abundant magic power and use it for himself, then Roland was sure that the time it would take him to build the floating city would be at least half as planned.