Restart, Death Wings of Ending

One month later,

On the third floor of the inpatient department of Shancheng First People's Hospital, the sun casts mottled light and shadow through the tree canopy and sways on the curtains.

The weather in April, with its soft and warm light, always makes people drowsy. Mu Qingfeng blocked the light with her hands, then opened her sleepy eyes.

"Why did you oversleep again?" He muttered and sat up, looking at the entire ward that was almost filled with flowers and fruit baskets. He sighed helplessly,

"You're awake!" A gentle voice came as the door opened. A nurse came in with a sweet smile.

"How are you feeling today? Do you have strength all over your body?" the nurse sister asked gently,

Mu Qingfeng spread his hands and squeezed them hard. It felt normal, but there was an indescribable sense of laziness, a bit like a worm in April. Always weak and unable to muster any energy.

"Can I be discharged from the hospital?" Mu Qingfeng asked as usual. This was a question he had to ask every day for more than half a month.

After being seriously injured and comatose, when he woke up, he found himself in this single ward, and his whole body was so weak that he couldn't even get out of bed. Only the nurse in front of him took care of his food and daily life, and Zuo Zui and the others were never seen. ,

He even suspected that the left wing was in danger in the battle with Leya Dohe, but then he thought that since he was saved, it seemed to prove that a certain great god arrived after he was unconscious. Then the left wing should be fine too,

However, as the days passed and he gradually recovered, there was still no visit from an acquaintance. Every time he asked about it, the nurse always had no clue. As for the flowers and fruits in this room, they are all delivered regularly by the errand boys. As for who ordered them, they did not leave their names.

The protector also smiled and remained silent as usual. He took out a box of potions from the bedside table and opened it skillfully and carefully.

"Yeah!" The nurse suddenly said in surprise. Mu Qingfeng looked sideways and saw that the medicine box in her hand was empty. He remembered this potion, and would be injected with one every time he woke up, just like a daily breakfast. Now that breakfast is over, it seems to mean,

"Nurse, can I be discharged?" Mu Qingfeng asked again. This time the nurse was not silent as usual. She picked up the empty box and walked out, "Wait a moment, I will call the attending doctor for a follow-up visit."

After the door was closed, Mu Qingfeng tried to get out of bed and move around. For the past half month, he could only move around in this room. Within two minutes, he would fall back on the bed exhausted, so he wanted to escape from this building. The inpatient building is completely unattainable, which is why he is still in the hospital obediently.

However, although his movements are restricted, his brain can still move at will. Except for the lethargy in the first half of the month, in this week he has roughly sorted out all the information in the inpatient department and the invasion of the Gu tribe.

Mu Qingfeng stood in front of the window, looking at the bright sunshine outside. Several people in hospital gowns were sitting on the benches in the green area basking in the sun, with lazy and comfortable expressions. She unconsciously murmured:

"This may be the most relaxing rest!"

"Haha!" Bright laughter came, and the door opened, and a young woman in a white coat walked in.

Mu Qingfeng looked at him carefully and confirmed that it was the first time he had met him. Moreover, with those charming eyes, he did not look like an attending doctor with high medical ethics.

"You...are my attending doctor?" Mu Qingfeng said suspiciously,

"Director Xia," the nurse trotted in, holding a large pile of information in her hand, and shouted breathlessly: "Director Xia, these are Mu Qingfeng's medical records."

This undoubtedly answered his question. Mu Qingfeng immediately smiled politely and said, "Hello, Director Xia, I am..."

"I know," Director Xia interrupted bluntly: "You can be discharged!" He took out a discharge form from the nurse and handed it to Mu Qingfeng,

"Mu Qingfeng, when your friend sent you to me, your organs were almost dead, and your soul was extremely weak. If it weren't for the effect of the spiritual wedge, you might have died long ago."

Director Xia paused suddenly, his eyes flashed with suspicion, as if he was looking at a monster. He added: "Logically speaking, you are bound to die. Your body can no longer carry your soul, but the amazing thing is that you still have a glimmer of life. Maybe it's because Mingxu gave you spiritual guidance, or maybe you're lucky. "

Mu Qingfeng's expression was gloomy. Director Xia's words might be a doctor's routine explanation of the patient's medical records. It was also a question that Mu Qingfeng had always puzzled about. Now that he had the answer, his mood became much more complicated.

"Thank you," Mu Qingfeng thanked her sincerely, looking at the nurse behind her. The thick stack of information should be research on her condition.

"Master Xia, have you studied the properties of [Moon God's Light]?"

"Haha" Director Xia laughed out loud: "Smart spiritual genius," his expression changed and he said seriously: "I didn't mean to use you for research, but this situation is too weird. When repairing your internal organs, As if being restricted by some invisible force, medicine is basically useless for you. After trying it many times, the situation only got worse. Later..."

Director Xia suddenly paused again, with a look of jealousy and envy spreading in his eyes.

Mu Qingfeng had almost guessed it.

"It's the Great God of Zhushu, right?"

Director Xia said in surprise, "How do you know?" Suddenly he thought of something and sneered, "Did she leave a message for you?"

"No, just guessing. I know her students and know that there is a blessing technique that can almost bring the dead back to life."

"Well," Director Xia nodded, "You're talking about [Extreme Repair], right, it's not just that,"

"More than that?" Mu Qingfeng was slightly surprised. Although he didn't understand the Zhu technique, he had seen with his own eyes that Nono used [Extreme Repair] to quickly restore Leng Yun who was seriously injured and about to die. No, Mu Qingfeng suddenly realized,

"Director Xia, no matter what, thank you very much. Also," he paused for a moment and then said with a sincerely grateful look, "I want to meet Master Zhu Shu and thank her very much!"

"Ha! You kid," Master Xia said with a funny smile, "I also really want to see her. There should be no more than single digits of people in the world who have seen her."

"Oh? Doesn't she escort you every time you take the Death God level exam?"

"Then who knows whether she's here or not? It's hard to tell the real thing from the fake one under the mask, and most of every exam is the work of our medical team. She won't take action easily until the real critical moment is reached."

Director Xia said, taking out an injection from his pocket, "This is the antidote,"

Mu Qingfeng took the hand, "This is the antidote that makes people lose motivation," he smiled and quickly injected it into his arm. It was like a strong wind from the top of a snow-capped mountain that swept through his body in an instant, making all the cells tremble. The next moment Mu Qingfeng became energetic and moved his limbs. It was completely his own, and he was in his prime.

"Can you tell me where my friend is?"

"No, do you still need me to say it?" Director Xia turned and left with a funny smile, raised his hand and waved, "I hope you won't let me save you in the examination room."

Mu Qingfeng smiled and looked at the sky outside the window. Where will you be at this time, left wing!