At 2 a.m. the next day, a nurse visited the ward. When she walked into the intensive care unit where Han Xiaohan was, she was shocked by the chaos inside.
The hose that was used to infuse him was twisted together, the needle fell to the ground, and the medicine soaked the ground. There were also countless small pieces of cloth scattered all over the floor, making it impossible to find a place to stand. The whole room seemed to have been hit by a tornado. The nurse screamed, and without checking to see if Han Xiaohan was safe, she turned around and ran out shouting.
Han Xiaohan lay in bed, listening to the nurse's shrill screams gradually fading away in the corridor, and laughed uncontrollably, then quickly calmed down, lying flat on the bed, closing his six spirits, and entering his own world. His body was empty now and he had to hurry to recover his true energy, so that if the Heavenly Court really came, he would be able to protect himself.
He couldn't see, hear, smell, or speak. He was completely in a state of oblivion, but he could clearly perceive things outside. It was a wonderful feeling. What he felt was no longer the appearance of things, but the energy that constituted the most essential and deepest level of things. The small light particles gathered together to form all things in the world. The energy of all things is strong or weak, and the small light particles that make up the living body are not the strongest, but they are the most active. Each one is beating and dancing vigorously. He had never had such a sense before, which was both fresh and curious. He expanded his thinking to the outside of the building, and his eyes suddenly lit up. There were fresh life energy bodies everywhere, rows and rows, full of clean power and orderly. He knew that they were the dragon grass and trees on the ground outside the building. It turned out that opening the bridge between heaven and earth would cause such earth-shaking changes in the body, which he could never have imagined before. Now he didn't know whether to hate the ghosts and gods or to thank them.
It didn't take long before he felt the sparse energy in the air fluctuate. He concentrated his mind and sensed it quietly.
At this time, he saw three groups of humanoid life forms rushing into the corridor. From the frequent spewing of hot air from them, it was not difficult to tell that the three were very anxious.
Who are they? Han Xiaohan could only feel their existence and the life forms that constituted their physical essence, but he could not see their appearance or their clothes.
The two doctors who were originally talking and discussing in the corridor were taking a nap in the duty room. When they heard the nurse say that Han Xiaohan's room seemed to have been attacked, their sleepiness disappeared and they rushed in with the nurse. After entering the ward, the doctor with glasses didn't even look at the mess around him, but walked directly to the bed and leaned over to observe Han Xiaohan.
His eyes were tightly closed, his breathing was almost stopped, if his heart had not been beating faintly, the doctor might have considered sentencing him to death. Is he still alive? The nurse asked with three parts of curiosity, two parts of fear, and five parts of amazement.
Han Xiaohan's stunningly beautiful face can indeed give an incomparable sense of shock to everyone who sees him for the first time.
, still alive, but breathing very weakly, needs emergency treatment! The doctor with glasses frowned and almost tied his head into a lump... Oh! The nurse responded softly and looked at Han Xiaohan's face in a daze.
What are you doing standing here? Seeing that she did not move, the bespectacled doctor shouted rudely: Hurry up and get the cardiac stimulant! Huh? Oh~oh! The nurse Hua Rong was so frightened by his roar that she turned pale and ran out of the ward in a panic.