The maple trees outside the window were moving, the wind was moving between the treetops, and the morning light was shining through the window and shining on the hospital bed.
The nervous system in the body is intact, but the complex and elusive power channels that travel around the nerve tracts are broken, and the injury, which I don't know how to describe, successfully interferes with the transmission of nerve tracts, so there is an additional patient on the hospital bed who is paralyzed and weak.
The ants that rose in the morning under the old trees, the birds that tried their voices in the breeze, the cracks in the hard walls and the people in the walls, everything on the Tianjing Star seemed to be moving, only the emaciated and weak body on the hospital bed couldn't move, but fortunately, his heart could move.
As his mind sank into the deepest part of his mind, his body on the hospital bed seemed to move in a space that was connected to reality but completely separated, and the ten strange postures that were burned in his mind were slowly displayed one by one, and the familiar burning and trembling feeling finally appeared again, although it only appeared in his mind, but it still made him feel extremely relieved.
The obstacle that was beaten into the body by Huai Caoshi in a strange way, because he risked his life for a death fight and shattered, those dammed hot forces, like a flood that suddenly gained freedom, violently blasted out, smashed the embankment, scattered all corners of the body without any sense of direction, and then turned into a sharp knife, a sharp whip, whipped and cut his sensitivity, bringing endless pain.
However, at this time, with the postures in his mind, the speed of the spread of the flood scattered around the body seemed to have slowed down a little, the sharp knife that cut everywhere seemed to be dull by a minute, and the sharp whip that was whipped indiscriminately was shortened by an indiscriminate whip.
Although this change is extremely subtle, it is extremely clear to Xu Le, who has to resist the pain at all times, he doesn't know how all this happened, but he knows that change is a good thing after all.
It's just that it seems that those scattered power fragments around him have some kind of innate resistance to this requirement of the mind, and every time he tries to pull back the power fragments away from the inherent channel, his spirit will be greatly depleted, and it is like holding a sharp knife face with empty hands, the pain is dripping with blood, dripping and dripping, and it is unbearable.
To be able to endure the unbearable pain of ordinary people, in order to get rid of the despair in despair, Xu Le on the hospital bed knew this truth very well, he closed his eyes tightly, cautiously and carefully experienced this feeling, and endured more and more terrible pain fiercely and fiercely, this pain made his black eyebrows wrinkle deeply, like a demented child thinking about philosophical problems.
Beads of sweat like soybeans gathered into a river and flowed down with a clatter, instantly wetting clothes and sheets.
I don't know how long it took, Xu Le finally opened his eyes, and his eyes, which were usually sincere and amiable and bright when he was in the Federation, had become endlessly tired, and even had a trace of fear and regret that was rare in him.
This kind of pain is too terrible, not to hold a sharp blade with a hand, but to describe it more accurately, it should be a newborn baby's delicate hand holding a red-hot sharp blade, and every contact between the mind and the force of the collapse in the body will produce a similar feeling, and in this process, this contact is more than a thousand times Again, there are a few people in the world who can endure this kind of pain, he is the most persevering Donglin stone in the younger generation, but under this round of painful torture, the moss on the surface of the stone has peeled off, and the stone surface has shown cracks, and it is about to collapse and disperse.
Under the influence of the mind, the scorching fragments scattered in the weak body gradually slowed down the speed of dispersion, just like the universe in the late Big Bang, suddenly ushered in a long period of peace, but this change was subtle after all, Xu Le didn't know how many times he had to endure this pain in order to achieve his goal.
He didn't even know what the reason for this was, why the mind was able to gather the power of the collapse, or whether it was just a hallucination of his own in pain As an engineer officer who had been educated materialistically since childhood and idealized to become a mechanic, it was indeed a big problem.
During the journey of escaping from the Mulberry Sea, in order to ensure that this federal mechanic genius could maintain his mobility and keep up with his own rhythm and pace, Huai Caoshi once seriously warned him not to try to break through the prohibition of true qi planted at his fingertips.
It turns out that this warning is true, but Xu Le has no choice, he will be shot in front of the palace gate the next day, he must take risks, if he does not succeed, he will become a ghost, at least a dignified ghost, a fighting ghost that makes it difficult for the political ideas of the imperial people to realize, if he succeeds, once he recovers the magical power in his body, then he will have a lot more chance of escaping from the control of the imperial people.
This gamble he had to put in, and he had to put it all in.
It's a pity that the consequences of suicidal breaking through the ban on true qi are not successful, he didn't die, but he didn't recover his strength, he was paralyzed and lay in bed, but he still didn't despair.
Feng Yu once taught him that the human body is the first sequence of machines.
He didn't know what Eight Rice was, what True Qi was, and he didn't know that the Imperial Emperor had meridians, but he could depict the passage through which the scorching power in his body operated with his eyes closed, and he could depict a picture of the operation of power with extremely accurate numerical differences, and he could accurately draw countless three-dimensional structural diagrams in his mind like deconstructing an X mecha.
Perhaps compared with metal existences such as mecha battleships, the three major systems of the human body seem more complex and even elusive, but he is Xu Le, a mechanical genius who even Feng Yu secretly sighed.
Like repairing a mech, he began to repair his body, but repairing his arm became a thought in his mind.
In the past, probably no one had ever thought of this kind of solution to the problem, Li Pifu didn't, Feng Yu didn't, the empire's powerhouses didn't, no one, because none of them were Xu Le, not the guy who had lived with a mechanical arm since he was a child and had been dealing with machinery all his life.
There are a lot of self-cultivation halls in Philadelphia, I don't know if self-cultivation means repairing the body, but I don't seem to have heard of the self-cultivation hall cultivating people like myself, and even Tian Da Stick is just a skill with amazing talent and amazing strength.
Xu Le looked at the snow-white ceiling and thought silently.
It had been many days since she had come, and as Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Empire and the Supreme Governor of the Royal Intelligence Agency, she would definitely have to deal with countless affairs, especially at a time when the rebellion of the nobles had not yet been completely quelled.
Several Imperial doctors at the bedside were whispering about his physical condition, the pain in his body was still eating away at his will, and if he didn't force himself to distract himself from the past, he was really worried that he would faint in pain.
In addition to reminiscing about the past and repairing his body secretly, most of the time he spends his time thinking, thinking about the problems of the Federal Charter computer, his own problems, are always some fantasy problems that become more and more confused the more he thinks about them, and the more he thinks about them, the more incredible they become.
According to his surname, he generally doesn't want to spend too much time thinking about things he can't understand, but now he is paralyzed in bed, with too much time and too much pain, and he doesn't want to be overwhelmed.
The Imperial medical team did not notice the subtle changes in his body, but found that the electrolyte balance of this Federation captive was often problematic, and if it was not rescued in time, he almost died several times due to excessive water loss and internal circulation problems.
In these dozens of days, there are often imperial nobles who come to visit, and occasionally people from the imperial department come to try to torture some information, but fortunately, because of the promise of Huai Caoshi, he did not suffer much, in fact, compared to the endless pain in his body, he didn't mind drinking some spicy semen or something to divert his attention.
Other than that, no Imperial person in the hospital dared to talk to him on the hospital bed, including the two Imperial female nurses who had some body hair but were still beautiful, only the snow-white ceiling and the pungent smell of anti-poison water accompanied him.
The maple forest outside the window was red, but Xu Le couldn't see it, and could only deduce this result from the faint luster reflected on the snow-white ceiling.
He didn't know how long he had been in this hospital, and at first he was still in the mood to count the days and take a deep breath to welcome the morning light every day, but the repetitive pain was numbing, and the superimposed loneliness was depressing, and the work of counting the days did not last after all.
Xu Le knew very well that this kind of talk would not last long, and once the imperial side confirmed that he could not squeeze anything, and he could not stand again as a target for explaining to the nobles, then he would naturally be killed.
No matter how rich the nobles of the empire are, they will not raise a wasted person, a worthless enemy captive.
On an ordinary day, the door of the ward was opened, and a team of heavily armed Imperial elite special forces rushed in, silently and solemnly controlling the entire ward.
Is the time up Xu Le squinted at the scene in front of him, took a deep breath, and waited calmly and weakly, the index finger of his right hand, which was covered by the sheet, trembled slightly.
At this moment, several imperial aristocratic officials dressed in luxurious clothes walked in, one of them, who was about forty years old, looked at him on the hospital bed with an expressionless face and said: "Although a wasted person should not be able to master the relevant etiquette, I still hope that you can learn something, otherwise you will definitely know that paralysis is not the most painful thing in the world." ” The federal language spoken by this person was extremely jerky, and Xu Le replied hoarsely, "I can understand the imperial dialect." ” "Good."
The official raised his eyebrows in some surprise and said, "You prepare mentally, Your Majesty will summon you." ” Hearing this, Xu Le was extremely surprised, why did the emperor want to see him But immediately he calmed down his mood, and after a moment of silence, he said with difficulty: "I don't think it's any honor. ” It's not an honor, it's an opportunity, the index finger under the sheet slowly relaxes, and then doesn't move.
To be continued: