Old Qin said with full energy, "Of course I'm fine. I'm better now than ever."
"No matter what, let's check the leader first." A cold voice came, and the speaker was a female doctor in a white coat and glasses, about twenty years old.
Old Qin looked at Yang Qi beside him, and said to the female doctor not far away, "Doctor Sun, there is no need to examine me. Please examine this young friend instead."
It was not until this moment that Doctor Sun noticed Yang Qi standing beside her. When she saw Yang Qi's pale face, she was slightly stunned. Was it Elder Qin who was ill, or was it this young man who was ill? Why was Elder Qin so ruddy when he was ill, while the young man in his twenties was so pale
"Mr. Qin, I'm really fine." Yang Qi shook his head. He really didn't have any serious problem, it was just that his energy and mental strength were consumed too much at once.
"Why don't you take a rest first?" Doctor Sun stepped forward and asked.
“I don’t want to… use it…” Yang Qi was about to refuse, but he suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and he fell to the ground.
"Bang~"
The next moment, two figures fell on the lawn, one above and one below. Yang Qi's waving hands happened to press down Doctor Sun under him.
Doctor Sun, who had never had such close contact with a man, felt like she was electrocuted. Her body trembled and her pretty face turned red. She hurriedly tried to push Yang Qi off her body but failed. She quickly said to the stunned people on the side, "Hurry up and pull him off."
No one expected that Dr. Sun, who was usually as cold as an iceberg, could actually panic. Everyone held back their laughter and hurriedly separated Yang Qi and Dr. Sun.
But when Doctor Sun stood up, there were two more five-finger marks on his white coat. They were left by Yang Qi's sweaty palms as he had consumed too much energy in treating Old Qin.
Old Qin didn't care about that and asked quickly, "How is Yang Qi?"
"He's fine. He seemed too tired, so he fell asleep." A medical staff member said hesitantly.
Hearing this, Old Qin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If it was really because of him that something happened to Yang Qi, he would feel uneasy.
"You mean he is not dead yet?" At this moment, a cold voice came.
Hearing this, everyone swallowed their saliva and mourned for Yang Qi in their hearts. If you want to sleep, just go to sleep, but why did you sleep with Doctor Sun as well
“Ahem~” Old Qin coughed lightly and said, “Um… send Yang Qi to my place to rest first.”
In a daze, Yang Qi felt as if he was leaning on a piece of sponge. When he opened his eyes again, he saw an exquisite bedroom.
"I shouldn't have shown off if I had known." Feeling the empty dantian, Yang Qi showed a bitter smile on his face.
Although he said this, Yang Qi did not regret it, especially after noticing the more than one hundred hidden injuries on Old Qin's body, Yang Qi never regretted his decision.
"It's because my cultivation is too low. If my cultivation had reached the martial artist level, I wouldn't be in such a mess." Yang Qi suddenly realized that his cultivation, which he once thought was not weak, was actually still far from it.
"Mr. Yang, are you awake? I'll ask Mr. Qin to come over right away." At this moment, a medical staff member walked into the door, saw Yang Qi wake up, and immediately retreated.
A few minutes later, Old Qin came to Yang Qi's room, and the others were sent out by Old Qin.
Seeing this scene, Yang Qi knew that what Mr. Qin was going to say next might be related to the Yuanli in his body.
"Today, thanks to you, young man. If you hadn't helped me, I would have lost my life." Old Qin looked at Yang Qi lying on the bed and said with gratitude.
"Mr. Qin, there is no need to be like this. I have only contributed a small part." Yang Qi quickly shook his head.
"I am grateful for your kindness. If I and I get along well, and if you don't mind, I will be generous and call you Brother Yang, and you call me Brother Qin. How about that?" Old Qin said with a smile.
"Ah~" Yang Qi was stunned. What a joke! Old Qin is old enough to be his grandfather, and he wants him to call him brother
Seeing Ye Xiu stunned, Old Qin looked a little unhappy and asked, "Why, Brother Yang, do you think highly of me, Qin?"
"No, no, Mr. Qin, that's not what I meant." Yang Qi said quickly.
"That's right. Since that's not what you mean, you are willing to call me brother?" Old Qin laughed when he heard it.
"Brother Qin..." Yang Qi opened his mouth and called out helplessly.
Old Qin smiled complacently, and then said seriously, "Brother Yang, if I'm not mistaken, when you treated me before, you should have used your true Qi, right?"
Yang Qi nodded. According to Haoyang’s memory, different civilizations have different names for Yuanli, but in the vast universe, the general name for this energy is Yuanli.
“I didn’t expect that after decades, I could still see a warrior with true Qi.” Old Qin said with emotion.
Yang Qi just opened his mouth, but found that Qin Lao had been staring at him. He smiled bitterly and changed his words abruptly, "Qin Lao... Brother... have you met other warriors?"
Old Qin nodded and said slowly, "In the war that affected China, countless people were involved, including some talented people and warriors. The old friend who taught me Tai Chi was a warrior with true energy, but due to the rules of the sect, he only taught me boxing. Even so, seven or eight ordinary people are no match for me."
Yang Qi nodded slightly. When Mr. Qin was at his peak, his strength was roughly equivalent to that of an ordinary two-star martial artist. If he had strong true qi, his strength would probably be even stronger.
"It seems that this world is not as simple as I knew before." A gleam of light flashed in Yang Qi's eyes. This world is much more exciting than he originally knew.
"In that war, China suffered heavy losses. Those talented people who were still alive chose to retire and even the rumors about them became less and less." Old Qin sighed.
Yang Qi felt the same way. If he had not truly become a warrior, he would not have believed in rumors about true qi.
"It's a pity that my skills are limited and I can't completely heal my brother's injuries." Yang Qi sighed.
"You have tried your best. I appreciate it." Old Qin shook his head. Suddenly, he seemed to realize something and said hurriedly, "Wait, Brother Yang, are you saying that if you have enough cultivation, you can completely heal my injuries?"
Yang Qi nodded. If his cultivation had reached the level of a martial artist, although he could not cure the hidden injuries on Old Qin's body all at once, he could still cure them slowly over a period of time.
Seeing Yang Qi nod, Old Qin suddenly became excited. Although these wounds on his body were the testimony of his life of military service, they were also accompanied by decades of pain. Sometimes even he wanted to give up. But now, there was hope that his wounds could be healed!
"Brother Yang, I wonder when you will be strong enough to treat my brother's injuries?" Qin Lao asked hurriedly. If Yang Qi had to wait for 10 to 20 years to treat his injuries, even if the hidden injuries on his body did not develop, he might not live to see that time. (To be continued)