The maple trees outside the window were moving, the wind between the treetops was moving, and the morning light came in from the window and shone on the hospital bed.
The nervous system in the body is intact, but the complex and elusive power channels that circulate around the nerve bundles are broken. The injury, which I don’t know how to describe, successfully interferes with the transmission of information from the nerve bundles, so there is one more person on the hospital bed paralyzed. Weak patients.
Ants rising in the morning under the old tree, birds trying their voices in the breeze, cracks in the hard walls and people standing in the walls, everything on Tianjing seems to be moving, only the emaciated and frail man on the hospital bed The body can't move, but fortunately his heart can move.
It's good if his heart can move. With the movement of the thoughts that sink into the deepest part of his mind, the body lying on the hospital bed seems to move in a space that is connected with reality but completely separated from reality. He raises his knees, stretches his arms, twists his waist, Deep hips, bent elbows... The ten strange poses etched in his mind were slowly displayed one by one. The familiar feeling of burning and trembling finally reappeared. Although it only appeared in his mind, it still made him feel extremely of relief.
The obstacles that Huaicao Shi used strange methods to enter into the body were shattered because he risked his death with his life. He came out, smashed the embankment, scattered into every corner of the body without any sense of direction, and then transformed into a sharp knife and a sharp whip, slashing and cutting his sensitivity, causing endless pain.
However, at this time, with the postures in my mind, the speed of the flood that scattered all over the body seemed to have slowed down a little, the sharp knives that cut around seemed to be blunt, and the sharp whips that were randomly whipping seemed to be An inch shorter.
Although this kind of change is extremely subtle, it is extremely clear to Xu Le, who has to resist the unbearable pain all the time. He doesn't know how all this happened, but he knows that change is a good thing after all.
It just seems that the scattered power fragments have some kind of innate resistance to the requirements of the mind. Every time he tries to pull back the power fragments far away from the inherent channel, his spirit will be a lot of loss, and it is like holding a sharp edge with empty hands. Like the blade of a knife, the pain was dripping with blood, and it was so vivid that it was unbearable.
Only by being able to endure the pain that ordinary people can't bear can we get rid of despair in despair. Xu Le on the hospital bed is very clear about this truth. The more terrifying the pain, the pain that made his dark eyebrows furrowed, like a demented child thinking about philosophical questions.
Soybean-like sweat beads converged into a river, dripping down, instantly moistening the clothes and sheets.
I don't know how long it took, Xu Le finally opened his eyes. The sincere and amiable eyes that were always bright and bright when he was in the Federation had become endlessly tired, and even had a trace of fear and regret that was rarely seen in him. .
This kind of pain is too terrifying. Instead of holding a sharp blade with a naked hand, it should be more accurately described as a newborn baby's delicate hand holding a red-hot sharp blade. They will all have similar feelings, and in this process, how many thousand times have this contact been made
Or that sentence, how many people in the world can endure this kind of pain? He is the most persevering Donglin Stone among the younger generation. However, under this round of pain and torture, the moss on the stone surface has peeled off, the stone surface has cracked, and it is about to collapse and separate.
Under the action of the mind, the scorching fragments scattered in the weak body gradually slowed down the speed of spreading, just like the universe in the late stage of the big bang, suddenly ushered in a long period of peace, but this change is subtle after all. Xu Le didn't know how many times he had to endure this kind of pain before he could achieve his goal.
He doesn't even know what the reason for doing this is, why the mind can gather the disintegrating power, or are these just his illusions under the pain? As an engineer officer who received a materialistic education since childhood and ideally became a mechanic, this was indeed a big problem.
During Sang Shuhai's escape journey, in order to ensure that this federal mechanic genius could maintain his mobility and keep up with his own rhythm and pace, he once seriously warned him not to try to break through the infuriating restriction planted by his fingertips.
Facts have proved that this warning is true, but Xu Le has no choice. He will be shot in front of the palace the next day. He must take a risk. The fighting ghost whose idea is difficult to realize, if successful, once the magical power in his body is restored, it will be much easier for him to escape the control of the imperial people.
He was forced to invest in this gamble, and he must be fully committed.
It is a pity that the consequences of breaking through the infuriating restraint by suicide are not successful or not. He did not die, but he was not able to regain his strength. He was paralyzed and lay on the bed, but he still did not despair.
Feng Yu once taught him that the human body is a first-order machine.
He doesn't know what is eight rice, what is true qi, and he doesn't even know that the imperial family has meridians, but with his eyes closed, he can describe the passage of the burning power in his body, and he can use the numerical difference to the extreme. When the power is running, he can accurately draw countless three-dimensional structural diagrams in his mind just like deconstructing the MX mecha.
Perhaps compared with the existence of metals such as mechas and battleships, the three major systems of the human body are more complicated and even elusive, but he is Xu Le, a mechanic genius who even Feng Yu secretly sighed.
Like repairing a mecha, he began to repair his body, but repairing the arm became the idea in his mind.
Probably no one has ever thought of this kind of solution to the problem in the past. Li Piff did not, Feng Yu did not, the powerhouses of the empire did not have it, and none of them had it, because they were not Xu Le, not the one who lived with a robotic arm since childhood and lived with him all his life. Guys who deal with machines.
There are many fitness studios in Philadelphia. I don’t know if self-cultivation means repairing the body? However, it seems that I have never heard of a person like me being cultivated by a body-cultivating gym... Even Tian Dabangzi has amazing talent in martial arts and amazing strength.
Xu Le looked at the snow-white ceiling and thought silently.
Huai Cao Shi has not been here for many days. As Her Royal Highness, the princess of the empire, and the highest officer of the Royal Intelligence Agency, she must have to deal with countless affairs, especially at the moment when the noble rebellion has not yet completely subsided.
Several imperial doctors beside the hospital bed were analysing his physical condition in a low voice. The pain in his body was still ravaging and destroying his will. If he didn't force himself to be distracted and recall the past, he was really worried that he would be in pain. Fainted.
In addition to recalling the past and repairing his body secretly, he spent most of his time thinking, thinking about the problems of the Federal Charter computer, and his own problems. The more he thought about it, the more confused and unbelievable the more mysterious problems.
According to his character, he is generally reluctant to spend too much time thinking about things he does not understand, but now he is paralyzed in bed, with too much time, too much pain, and he does not want to live without it.
The Imperial medical team didn't notice the subtle changes in his body, but found that the federal prisoner's electrolyte balance often had problems. If he hadn't been rescued in time, he would have almost died due to excessive water loss and circulation problems in his body.
In the past few decades, imperial nobles often came to visit, and occasionally people from the imperial military came to try to interrogate some information. Fortunately, because of the promise of Huacao Shi, they did not suffer much. The fact Compared with the endless pain in his body, he didn't mind drinking some spicy water or something to divert his attention.
In addition, no imperial people in the hospital dared to talk to him on the hospital bed, including the two imperial female nurses who were somewhat lush but still beautiful. Only the snow-white ceiling and the pungent smell of disinfectant accompanied him.
The maple forest outside the window was red, but Xu Le couldn't see it. He could only infer this result from the faint gloss reflected on the snow-white ceiling.
He didn't know how long he stayed in this hospital. At the beginning, he was in the mood to count the days and take a deep breath to greet the morning light. However, the repeated pain was numbing, and the loneliness superimposed was depressing. The work never went on.
Xu Le knew very well that such days would not last long. Once the empire confirmed that he could not squeeze anything and could not stand up again as a target to explain to the nobles, then he would naturally be killed.
No matter how rich the imperial nobles are, they will not raise a waste person, a worthless enemy prisoner.
On a very ordinary day, the door of the ward was opened, and a team of elite special forces of the Empire, fully armed, filed in, silently and solemnly controlling the entire ward.
Is it time
Xu Le squinted at the scene in front of him, took a deep breath, and waited calmly and weakly, his right index finger covered by the sheet trembled slightly.
At this moment, several imperial aristocratic officials wearing luxurious clothes walked in, one of them, about forty years old, looked at him on the hospital bed with a blank expression and said, "Although a cripple should not be able to grasp the relevant information. The etiquette, but I still hope you can learn something, otherwise you will know that paralysis is not the most painful thing in the world."
The federal language spoken by this person was extremely jerky, Xu Le replied hoarsely, "I can understand the imperial language."
"Very good." The official raised his eyebrows somewhat unexpectedly and said, "Make some mental preparations, Your Majesty will summon you."
Hearing this sentence, Xu Le was extremely surprised, why did the emperor want to see him? But immediately he calmed himself down, and after a moment of silence, he said with difficulty, "I don't think it's an honor."
It's not an honor, it's an opportunity, and the index finger under the sheet slowly relaxes, then stays motionless.