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Chapter 35

When Wei Zongying woke up, he still felt a little confused and apart from the incident. He had no memory of coming to the hospital, not even the memory of before he crashed.

As his consciousness slowly gathered, Wei Congying found that he couldn't feel the existence of his hands and feet, and a bad idea came to his mind.

If he was going to die, he wouldn't have his leg amputated, right?

Raising his head with great effort, he saw his legs being hoisted up, and the stone in his heart slowly fell.

The analgesic stick was still working, and he closed his eyes again. The pain in his head made him very uncomfortable.

Surrounded by an unfamiliar environment, he smelled the unpleasant smell of disinfectant on the tip of his nose, and the white bedsheet covered his chin.

He looked around, but there was no one there. There was only a slight sound of water coming from the bathroom.

After a while, Lin Fang came out of the bathroom holding a white face towel.

When their eyes met, he was startled.

Even a little excited: Wow, are you awake?

Lin Fang threw the towel on the chair and leaned over: Is there anything uncomfortable?

Wei Songying was also a little confused. Why was he here?

Did he go back to the capital?

But thinking that he was injured like this, he must still be in the suburbs of Beijing. The only possibility was that he came from the capital.

I was still somewhat moved in my heart.

He shook his head.

In order to hear his voice clearly, Lin Fang deliberately moved closer: Do you have a mouth? The doctor said you can't drink or eat within twenty-four hours. If you have a mouth, I will use a cotton swab to dip some water into you. Paint your lips?”

Just one. Wei Zong answered the screen host's breath, Your mouth smells like green tea, it's so unpleasant.

Damn it. Lin Fang thought it was something, took a step back and stood up, This is the toothpaste in the supermarket in the fucking hospital.

Wei Cong responded, and his mind gradually became clearer.

He somewhat recalled the scene when he crashed. At that time, Huang Mao's car came over and he didn't have time to slow down. Finally, after being hit by Huang Mao, he fell off.

The car behind him couldn't dodge, and then ran over his arm and leg on the left, and finally the car was still on top of him.

He was a little worried, so he struggled to lift the quilt with his right hand and saw that his arms were still there. As long as there were no missing arms or legs, everything else was a trivial matter.

Lin Fang saw his little move and was a little angry: You also know that you may lose your hands and feet, right? Do you know how dangerous it is?

So? Wei Songying asked, of course he knew how dangerous this was.

But there are always people who know the danger but still do it. He doesn’t like others calling it ‘seeking death’.

There are always people who want to prove to God the unyielding soul and strength of mankind, just like the Olympic flame is lit, to prove the limits of mankind to the gods of the ten directions and the gods of the West.

Of course, he also understands that God doesn't care about these stupid things of humans.

Participating in an extreme sport may not speed up the process of human history or have any impact on human civilization.

Talking about finding courage and challenging the limits. They are just words from the mouth of an undead person.

Putting aside the literary arrogance, Wei Cong should think that the most fundamental reason why he likes racing is just because of the happiness that racing brings him.

It's that simple, nothing supernatural or soul-chasing, nothing at all.

But if you ask all extreme sports enthusiasts, you will get another answer, which is the changes this sport brings to you.

Either brave, fearless, or persistent...

Sachiko Abe uses the performance art of paper-cutting to find peace. He also likes the happy feeling that racing brings him.

You're fucking stupid. After Lin Fang tucked his quilt in, he looked at the hanging salt water. This large bag of salt water was replaced just half an hour ago.

Before Wei Songying could refute his words, You're fucking stupid, Lin Fang's cell phone rang in his pocket.

After looking at the call note, Lin Fang did not answer the call immediately. Instead, he told Wei Cong that he would answer the call and be back immediately.

Lin Fang's call ended quickly, and Wei Congying didn't ask him who he was calling.

It may be a certain girlfriend, and many tenses can be added in front of this girlfriend, such as past

Go tense, such as future tense, such as ongoing tense.

Or maybe it's Lin Fang's father.