black tower

It is urgent to conduct spiritual counseling for Han Jun.

Although Zhao Hongguang hadn't fully adapted to the other party's scorching spiritual world, he still decided to take the time to guide the other party, because he felt that the white tiger wrapped in his spiritual tentacles was getting weaker and weaker. I'm afraid that Han Jun will lose consciousness completely before he can wait for effective treatment, and he will never recover again.And this is what Zhao Hongguang can't bear the most - watching his hero become a living dead and being imprisoned in the black tower to linger on his last breath.

According to Lin Shaoan's judgment, the best time to conduct mental counseling for Jun Han is when the other party is awake next time. After all, when the other party is awake, he should at least control his mental body and not make trouble. Of course, according to Han Jun's current situation, the other party After the mental body has withstood this blow, it is estimated that it has little strength to move.

"How long will it take for him to wake up?" Zhao Hongguang sat by the hospital bed, turning his head from time to time to look at Han Jun's slowly rising and falling chest.

"That's for sure. His berserk state seems to have changed. Next, we don't even know how long he can stay awake." Although Lin Shaoan disliked the former chief sentinel more and more because of his injury, but from the doctor From a different perspective, it's not that he didn't feel a little pity for Han Jun.

"He was basically forced to be sedated for 22 hours a day and awake for two hours," Lin Shaoan added.

"By the way, is there anything strange about his injuries?" Du Wang asked casually. Just now, Lin Shaoan directed the medical staff to conduct a detailed examination of Han Jun's body.

"I haven't found it yet. The knife wounds and gunshot wounds are fresh. As for the old wounds on his body, there are medical records to check, and there is nothing special about it." Lin Shaoan replied.

"Is that so...then see if we can get him to wake up and provide us with some information." Du Wang frowned. He still thought that Han Jun's sudden madness might have something to do with the recent loss of control of more and more supernatural beings. What is the connection?" However, two hours of waking time is indeed too short, and it is far below the standard. The coalition government is not without objections to this. Over the years, not only Han Jun himself hopes to be relieved, but also government officials Come forward and hope that we can properly resettle him. Heh, their so-called proper placement is nothing more than asking us to get rid of Han Jun according to the euthanasia standard set by the government. To be honest, I really can’t bear to let Han Jun have a good reputation in the hearts of the people. The image of the representative figure of the supernatural being died so easily. After so many years...the world dominated by ordinary people has finally accepted us gradually, which is not easy." Du Wang's steady voice sounded again behind Zhao Hongguang, the saint The top person in charge of Nelen Sata District quietly looked at the constantly beating waves on the screen of the main console, which were related to Han Jun's physical and mental data.

"So you don't hesitate to reject Han Jun's request time and time again, even the government's request, right?" Zhao Hongguang lowered his eyes, his fat chirp was jumping up and down on Han Jun's body, and the body of the high-matching sentinel was threatening to the little guy Said to be full of attraction.

"You don't need to have such a big grudge against me, son." Du Wang smiled heartily. Although he had known Zhao Hongguang not long ago, he had already seen the straightforward character of Zhao Hongguang. It was rare for a guide of this level to be so straightforward.After patting Zhao Hongguang on the shoulder, Du Wang continued: "This time I agreed to your request, so you must do well."

It is obviously impossible for a big man like Du Wang to spend his time on a chief sentinel who has long been a useless person in everyone's eyes. He called the person in charge of the Black Tower and related personnel to arrange matters related to the spiritual counseling of Han Jun After that, I left here.

And the heads of various departments in the tower area who were called to the black tower by him for a meeting before also left after the farce that ended with Han Jun being subdued.

After the hurrying dignitaries left, the black tower returned to its former solemnity and tranquility, and what happened in the tower today, outsiders will not be able to know.

"You want to stay here for the night?" Lin Shaoan also planned to go to rest. His ribs were broken by Han Jun, and his mental tentacles were also burned. It was really an unlucky day.

"No way, my spiritual tentacles are still in his spiritual sea." Zhao Hongguang smiled helplessly. The temperature in Han Jun's spiritual sea was too high, so he had to find a way to use his spiritual power to build a protective wall , temporarily protect yourself.

"Okay, be careful, don't untie him, press the call button immediately if something happens. By the way..." Lin Shaoan suddenly thought of something, he took out a box of things from his pocket, and poured a pill Handed the shaped thing to Zhao Hongguang, "Take it and eat it."

"This is? Combination heat inhibitor?" Zhao Hongguang laughed dumbfounded. He recognized the drug he had seen in class. It was an inhibitor specially prepared for guides who had never been combined to prevent them from being in certain situations. There was an unnecessary heat of bonding between Xia and Sentinel—that is, some kind of physical attraction that no one has yet explained.

Probably because the Sentinel that Zhao Hongguang met before did not match him very well, so he never felt what the teacher said about the bonding fever in class, but it is always good to take precautions before they happen. Swallowing the medicine obediently, he blinked at Lin Shaoan to express his gratitude.

"Thank you, Dr. Lin."

"I just don't want to see someone messing around in the intensive care unit." Lin Shaoan still had that unflattering cold look, he gently pressed his painful wound, and his brows furrowed tightly again.

"I'm still a virgin. My mother said that I'm not allowed to have sex with other people before I get married. Don't worry about that." Zhao Hongguang smiled foolishly.

"What a baby." Lin Shaoan shook his head, his contempt was beyond words.

"I just listen to my mother!" Zhao Hongguang tried to explain to Lin Shaoan, but the other party closed the door and went out without looking back.

"Chirp." Fat Chirp jumped from Han Jun's abdomen back to Zhao Hongguang's shoulder, and when Zhao Hongguang turned his head, he saw a few curly hairs dangling from its mouth.

"My little ancestor, not everything can be used to build a nest!" Zhao Hongguang blushed, and quickly grabbed Feijiu who was trying to put "building materials" into the root of the wing, and pulled those curly The hair abruptly snatched from the opponent's small mouth.

He sneaked a look at Han Jun who was asleep under the closed hood, thank God, the other party didn't know what his fat jiu was doing.

High-level sentinels can touch each other's spiritual bodies, and similarly, the spiritual bodies can touch them in turn. Sometimes, this can greatly enhance the relationship between the sentinel and their respective spiritual bodies, and then reach a higher level. Levels of emotional resonance, but sometimes, like now, some embarrassing scenes that make people laugh and cry.

"Where did Fei Jiu learn these bad habits?" Zhao Hongguang sighed, he firmly refused to admit the idea that the spiritual body resembles the main body.

After forcibly sending Feijiu, who was fluttering his wings and vainly trying to get back the "nesting materials" he had taken away, back to the spiritual sea, Zhao Hongguang realized that after the medical staff left, they didn't put clothes on Han Jun again, or Putting something on the cover, this may not be easily blamed on their negligence at work, after all, subduing a berserk sentry like Han Jun and doing follow-up processing have kept everyone busy.

The temperature and humidity in the ward have been adjusted to the most comfortable level, even if you don't wear clothes, you won't feel cold. However, the reason why people wear clothes is not only to keep warm, but also to make themselves look decent.

Even at this time, Zhao Hongguang still hoped that the hero in his heart would be more decent, he silently pulled away his coat, and put it lightly on Han Jun's stomach again.

After feeling that Han Jun's spiritual body was still sleeping under the protection of his outstretched spiritual tentacles, Zhao Hongguang was relieved a lot. He sat down again and lay quietly on the edge of the bed.

Perhaps it is because of the high degree of matching with Han Jun. Even though the other party's spiritual sea is still hot and frantic, Zhao Hongguang feels that he has gradually adapted to this harsh environment. In the sound, Zhao Hongguang seemed to hear angry questioning and helpless sighs.

He held Han Jun's hand, kept stroking the other's slender and strong fingers, and continued to slowly inject his gentle spiritual power into the other's body through physical touch, trying to restrain the unscrupulous piece of blood in Han Jun's spiritual world. Burning wildfire.Originally, Zhao Hongguang just planned to try it out, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that Han Jun's spiritual sea, which was in the maddening stage, had improved. Those manic fires that tormented each other were really extinguished a lot.

However, with such high frequency and vigorous use of mental power, Zhao Hongguang soon felt tired, and in the end he didn't even know when he fell asleep.

Lin Shaoan returned to his post with injuries early in the morning. Because the physical fitness of the sentries is much higher than that of ordinary people, the wounds healed very quickly, so people can often see the sentries going into battle with illnesses and injuries.However, as a guide, he can't compare with the sentinel in terms of physical fitness. Lin Shaoan also wants to rest for a few days because of his rib injury, but because of Du Wang's promise to Zhao Hongguang, he, as the doctor in charge of Han Jun, also wants to rest. I had to arrange this important spiritual counseling myself.

"Why is this guy asleep? Wake him up." After Lin Shaoan brought his medical team into the ward, he immediately saw Zhao Hongguang who was sleeping soundly beside Han Jun.Although the physical fitness of the guides is not comparable to that of the sentinels, their strong mental strength is their advantage. Under normal circumstances, a C-level guide can keep his brain functioning normally even if he stays up late for several days in a row. Not to mention, Lin Shaoan took it for granted that when Han Jun was in an uncertain state of madness, Zhao Hongguang should monitor the other party non-stop. If he had known that the other party was sleeping like a dead pig, he might as well have arranged for someone else to monitor.

Natasha brushed her hair, and gently pushed Zhao Hongguang's shoulder: "Wake up."

"Hmm..." Zhao Hongguang woke up quickly. He opened his eyes in a daze. He was about to say hello to the turbulent sister in front of him, but suddenly something scratched his palm. I was so scared that I almost shook my hand, only to see that it was Han Jun's fingers that were moving slightly.

"Doctor Lin, the monitoring shows that his brainwaves have started to return to normal!" A staff member who was checking the console raised his head in surprise.

Lin Shaoan looked at his watch: "Only about ten hours have passed, why did he wake up so quickly today? Or did yesterday's sudden incident cause a change in his berserk cycle. But since the monitoring has confirmed that his brain waves have recovered If it is normal, then stop the sedative and start the awakening agent."

When he heard that Han Jun was about to wake up, Zhao Hongguang's heart trembled for some reason, and he watched nervously as the staff took off the closed hood.

"Uh...what's going on...my back hurts...are you cutting off my kidneys and selling them?" Han Jun, who regained consciousness, spoke vaguely but clearly. The burning pain in his waist has long been used to him, but his waist shouldn't be so painful.

"Buying and selling organs of living people is against the law." Han Jun thought he was just making a harmless joke, but when he opened his eyes, he saw Lin Shaoan's colder face than usual, and a man staring at him blushing for some reason. stranger.

"Hello, Uncle Han! Do you still remember me?" Zhao Hongguang couldn't help introducing himself when he was nervous.

Han Jun looked at Zhao Hongguang a little blankly, and after seeing Natasha showing a sorry expression to him, he lay back with a self-deprecating face.

"I said, can I call you brother?"