"Watch this." After Xie Chunlai finished his activities, he half squatted down, put his hands on the edge of the roof, flipped his body, and fell down from the building more than 20 stories high.
Zheng Yubai looked down and saw Xie Chunlai's figure rolling back and forth on the balcony, window sill, air conditioner rack and even some places that seemed to have no support. His body was light and fluttering, like a shadow, moving quickly in the sky, without making any sound or stopping, and in the blink of an eye he went down from more than 20 floors to the first floor.
"What amazing kung fu." Zheng Yubai secretly exclaimed.
Xie Chunlai did not rest, but leaped again, this time climbing the building. He used his hands and feet, and could use any small potholes. In a short time, he reached the top of the building without any tools. There was not a speck of dust on his black clothes, and he did not even breathe. It was obvious that climbing the building was easy for him.
"Great kung fu, it reminds me of Spider-Man," Zheng Yubai praised.
"Spider-Man does not exist, but my Kung Fu is real." Xie Chunlai said proudly.
Then Xie Chunlai told Zheng Yubai the key points of his kung fu. Many of the basic things were common to the practice of boxing, such as the training of the waist and legs, and the control of breathing and the body's meridians. Zheng Yubai had already completed these, and all that was left was to learn from Xie Chunlai the unique methods of lifting and applying force of the Daomen.
After a night of study and practice, when the eastern sky was just beginning to turn pale, the two returned to the apartment, covered in sweat.
"You have great talent. No wonder the master taught you his unique skills." Xie Chunlai practiced footwork with Zheng Yubai for a whole night and was full of praise for his rapid progress.
Zheng Yubai scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly. Since he discovered the existence of the four-eyed double pupil, he first basically copied Xu Ruoyu's method of sorting iron beans, and that night he copied Xie Chunlai's body movements. Zheng Yubai has already gained some experience in mastering the ability to copy. If this situation continues, in another month or two, Xu Ruoyu and Xie Chunlai's skills will probably be copied by him.
For Zheng Yubai, the most important gain from this night of practice was not that he learned Xie Chunlai's light body kung fu, but that he had taken a step further in mastering the ability to copy. He also deeply realized the amazingness of this ability. The abilities of Yang Feiyan and others were functional, while his ability was learning-based. To put it in a metaphor, Yang Feiyan and others got a fish, while Zheng Yubai got a fishing rod. As long as you have a fishing rod in your hand, you can catch fish continuously.
At eight o'clock in the morning, Cao Ji came to take over. After Zheng Yubai handed over the shift to him, he went straight to the hospital.
When they arrived at the hospital, Xu Jin was already waiting. As soon as Zheng Yubai entered the ward, she served him meat porridge in a thermos. The nurse next to him couldn't help but say enviously, "You two have such a good relationship."
Zheng Yubai's face was like a big red cloth. He wanted to explain but was afraid that Xu Jin would be angry, so he could only eat his porridge in silence. Xu Jin hurriedly said, "Be careful not to get burned."
After breakfast, the nurse cleaned up the ward and left. In the ward, besides Du Bisheng who was in a coma, there were only Zheng Yubai and Xu Jin.
"Are you sure he can wake up?" Xu Jin asked, looking at the motionless Du Bisheng.
Zheng Yubai said, "There is something I need to explain to you. Do you remember what I told you about superpowers on the casino boat?"
Xu Jin's expression changed: "Why did you bring it up again? I don't blame you anymore."
Zheng Yubai scratched his head: "It's not what you think. I want to tell you that there are really people with superpowers in this world."
When Xu Jin saw Zheng Yubai's serious expression, he couldn't help but stare at him with wide eyes, obviously unwilling to believe it.
Zheng Yubai briefly told Xu Jin about the aliens and the Superman Research Society. Xu Jin kept saying it was impossible, as if it was a fairy tale.
"Whether you believe it or not, you will know when President Zhang comes." Zheng Yubai said. After thinking it over, he finally told Xu Jin that he was also an alien, so that she would not be unable to accept this reality and regard him as a monster.
Around ten o'clock, Zhang Daosheng finally arrived. He was wearing a blue cloth jacket, which was quite ancient, but it attracted the attention of patients and doctors in the hospital.
Following Zhang Daosheng's instructions, the doors and windows of the ward were closed tightly to prevent anyone from entering. Then Zheng Yubai and Xu Jin stood aside, holding their breath, quietly watching Zhang Daosheng treat Du Bisheng.
Zhang Daosheng placed his palm flat on Du Bisheng's forehead and closed his eyes. A faint light yellow light shone from his palm, which made Xu Jin grab Zheng Yubai's arm. He couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes. Although Zheng Yubai was mentally prepared, he was also surprised that Zhang Daosheng's palm could glow.
Yellow light spread from Zhang Daosheng's palm, slowly covering Du Bisheng's entire head. Zheng Yubai seemed to see the light going into Du Bisheng's brain through his seven orifices. Xu Jin hid behind Zheng Yubai in fear, looking at this magical scene.
After a while, the yellow light flashed and disappeared. Zhang Daosheng gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Zheng Yubai, "I have looked inside his brain. Several capillaries have burst. The blood is pressing on the nerves in his brain. He can only wake up after the blood slowly dissipates."
"Can it be cured?" Zheng Yubai asked.
"No problem." Zhang Daosheng smiled, "This disease is not difficult to treat. My medical touch has no other ability, just saving the dying and healing the wounded." He said and put his hand on Du Bisheng's forehead again. This time, a dark green light shone from his palm. The light was like a tentacle, crawling from the forehead to the front of the nostrils and drilling into the nostrils. Du Bisheng's body trembled, and his hands and feet moved slightly.
"It moved." Xu Jin said in surprise. She finally accepted the wonderful scene before her and knew that the world that Zheng Yubai described really existed.
Zheng Yubai and Xu Jin could not see the blood in Du Bisheng's brain, but could only see a layer of sweat on Zhang Daosheng's forehead. It seemed that for Zhang Daosheng, his battlefield was the most delicate organs of the human body, and the spoils were the patient's life.
After a full hour, the green light slowly retreated from Du Bisheng's nostrils, returned to Zhang Daosheng's hand, and disappeared.
Zhang Daosheng sat down dejectedly, gasping for breath and saying, "Water."
Zheng Yubai brought him three glasses of water, which he drank in one gulp. When the third glass of water was gone, Zhang Daosheng finally said, "It's time for him to wake up."
Following Zhang Daosheng's words, Du Bisheng on the hospital bed coughed, slowly opened his eyes, and said, "Where am I?" (To be continued)